A Poem for Thursday.

I'm not quite sure where this all came from apart from the different concepts being at the centre of quite a lot of my thinking. I think that the home in the poem, is my Belfast home, and certainly the photo is of the garden there with my sister and myself. It may also have come from a recent family revelation which had us all a-twitter, but it may have nothing to do with that at all...just the ramblings of a "bit-poet"!

Beyond the open door
A house that was a home.

Pandora leave the magic box alone.

Beyond the open door
A shelter once I had.

Bruce Naumann let the cat out of the bag.

Beyond the open door
A refuge for my soul.

Miss Potter was it you who feared the cold?

Beyond the open door
A mist is closing in.

Come playboy, come and save my soul from sin.

Beyond the open door
The rooms are upside down.

Kandinsky, Klee and Freud are out of town.