He stares up through my window
from the moonlit glen below.
He knows I’m here, watching there
as the dark sky fills with snow.
He stands adrift, in despair
but he knows I’m hiding here.
Hiding behind the crimson drapes
impatient, longing, knowing he is near.
Of his motives, make no mistake
he knows he’ll find me wide awake
as he slips in through the cellar door
ensuring there is no escape.
I will not fight him, as before
but let him sweep me off the floor.
Let him love me, all the more.
Let him love me, all the more.
Poetic form inspired by Robert Frost’s Poem
~ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Beautifully penned. Such lovely rhythm this poetry has.
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Thank you so much😊
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Nice work, this gives me goosebumps. I always remember from the film Donnie Darko how the English teacher played by Drew Barrymore mentioned “This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that “cellar door” is the most beautiful.”
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Oh I remember that movie! I chose the title instinctively. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Another wonderful work by a great poet.
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Thank you, Bill.
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