Day Seventy Seven: 8th October 2012

DOORWAYS

Unable to sleep,
I read long into the night,
Until the waking magpie warble,
Sings me softly to a slumber,
And I dream spasmodically,
Of keys to doorways of buildings
that don’t exist,
And of laughter from a life that is no more.

Doorways: Pastels on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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