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Friday Poetry: The Open Door by Elizabeth Coatsworth

I've been very much enjoying a book of Elizabeth Coatworth's, very simply titled, Poems.

The Open Door
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

Out of the dark
to the sill of the door
lay the snow in a long
unruffled floor,
and the lamplight fell
narrow and thin
a carpet unrolled
for the cat to walk in.
Slowly, smoothly,
black as the night,
with paws unseen
(white upon white)
like a queen who walks
down a corridor
the black cat paced
that cold smooth floor,
and left behind her,
bead upon bead,
the track of small feet
like dark fern seed.

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:: this post is part of the Friday Poetry roundup hosted by A Year of Reading.


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