Today it’s about childhood – to write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you.
The Bedroom Door
In the night when I am awakened
by a creak or a thud, my heart still
thumps, thumps, thumps.
We think we get over things.
I am a statue lying on my back,
listening, listening, listening.
Eyes glued to the crack in the door.
My seven year old baby voice
is there anybody there?
We don’t get over things.
Not those that go deep to the marrow.
My mother pushes open the door,
I pull the blankets over my face
as she leans over me and breathes
her smokey, Bacardi breath.
I need to get over things.
So now when I lay down to sleep,
the door remains open.
2 Replies to “Na Po Wri Mo – April 19 2023”
Children and doors, an excellent way in to childhood fears! I like the use of repetition and onomatopoeia in this poem.
So powerful and so true, one never forgets impressive childhood memories.