Square

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

Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s