Monday, June 04, 2012

if only

if only by Teri H Hoover


by Anna Ancher



Remembering the tentative steps...
onto the floorboard canyon of her childhood.
Hollow, empty, hallways...
echo with the the weight of latent fears.

Walking with the muted colors, but finally alive.

Sunlight careens through dusty windows
finding a safe place on the wall.
No longer shrinking backwards,
from what she cannot see.

The echoes fade away.



This poem may have been influenced by Purple Pen in Portland.
I try to never read others work on a prompt because I am easily influenced- especially with haunting imagery. With that said my write is autobiographical . I continue to walk towards light.