SPOOKY BEHIND THE DOOR

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SYD BARRETT AVENUE

 

 

Open the door we do implore

What lurks behind we shall explore

Hidden rooms with secret tunnel

In kitchen liquor to funnel

 

Remnants of tenants expired

Hopeful fancy leaves us tired

No rattling chains; heaters hissing

Photos of loves ones gone missing

 

My thoughts do fly to long lost love

Hand on door knob I glance above

Into thin air fades my pookie

Shiver down spine feels so spooky

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by a prompt on Global Poetic Legacy--a poetry group on social media

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