Tuesday, February 25, 2020
DMC: "The Open Door" by Brenda Davis Harsham
THE OPEN DOOR
A brown cardboard package
ker-thumps on my porch.
The open door
creates a cascade.
before tiny toes flee.
Brown birds heckle and hang
on twig-twanging holly branches.
Rabbits munch ice-crusted clover,
small, round eyes fixed. On me.
I give the cold package a shake.
And a tilt. Bump-whump.
My nose doesn’t quite freeze.
Inside, I slit packing tape,
but some part of me
as if my soul is part hound
and the universe has shouted
© 2020 by Brenda Davis Harsham. All rights reserved.
Buffy Silverman has challenged us to write a poem that uses combined or invented words. Click HERE for more details and to read this month's Spotlight ON interview.
Post your poem on our February 2020 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, February 28th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her nonfiction poetry picture book from Millbrook Press: