Coral Hull: Poetry: Reed-Song: Early Poems: Volume 1: Behind The Closed Doors

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 1
                                                                                                                page-15 BEHIND THE CLOSED DOORS

The door was flung open fiercely
Flooding the darkness with light
The enclosure was pent, stale, dim
The figure held the leather whip tight
Red rage scorched the figures cheeks
His panting breath escaped thickly
A lean young brown dog stepped forward
Anxiously, half-hearted, quickly
The young dog wagged his tail, twice, slowly,
His shy brown eyes warm with greeting
As light strode in from the open doorway
Like infection from an open wound seeping
The figure advanced, the pup shyed away
It was belted, battered and bruised
Firstly astonished, then hurt turned to hate
As the figure's black temper was soothed
The dog's eyes were crimson with vengence an rage
Out squeezed a trickling tear drop, hot burning
The hate was trapped like a cat in a cage
In which sensitivity is but a senseless yearning
The dogs fur was torn and so the heart
That cursed the figure and the leather
Like a childhood memory embedded in thought
That lives forever and ever
The figure satisfied now left
Not knowing why or what he had done
He left the dog in the darkness
By shutting out love and the sun
But he did think, as he dragged shut the door
Leaving those red eyes in fright
That it was a viscious animal imprisoned in hate
That belonged to the dark and the night.

    

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