Down Under

Swathed in shadows  deep
she looked   up    
   from her  far below
     of down under
   seemingly afloat
hesitating   at the bottom
   of the long staircase.

Only a faint outline
of her oval face   perceptible,
framing   dark eyes
   opened wide   hugely round
pupils  expanded 
   like an exaggeration
   a caricature drawn...

The doorway  to her soul
   open  wide
revealing   a pathos
   deeper than hell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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