The Inbetween.


Every day – opening and closing;

hours spent shutting out this world

caught up in her own in between.

Trapped in repetitive imagery

paralysed by the same expressions

she escapes into Narnia.

Opens her world of black ravens

whistling over an ocean breeze

a melody of her young soul.

Every day – opening and closing

Eyes anchor the in-betweens.

Todays poem inspired by Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 34 – Doors

4 thoughts on “The Inbetween.

  1. PookyH says:

    I think it’s important to be able to escape into Narnia too – but as Michael says, don’t lose sight of that lamp post! I enjoyed this a lot, very thought provoking.


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