
The squeak
Crunching steps
Floor’s mouths
Roof leaking red
Cinnamon scent
Knock, knock!
Oak guards
Side to side
The frames performing
Tight chest
Footstep
‘May I help?’
‘Just looking, thanks!’
Tight lips
Eye smile
Nod
Mirror by the door
Creak, creak, creak.
Poetry by Farah A.Y