Donal Mahoney Poet Free verse

The Foyer of the Heart

The Foyer Of The Heart


In the center there’s
a hollow

small, enclosed,
oval like a locket

called the foyer 
of the heart.

There the bullets 
carom while 

the widow,
room to room, 

hunts her man 
around the house.


Donal Mahoney

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Doris Culverhouse April 19, 2010 at 2:17 PM cute poem and sad. Don't want to be a widow. Sounds like you led an interesting life. My dad talks about the jewish merchants in our small southern town, what great salesmen they were. it is comical. Like you said they were characters.