A staircase like a flipped sonnet
stands before you; a strange gauntlet
of a door that squeaks, steps that creak,
and a landing that comes too soon;
a journey best saved til full moon
when shadows are likely to speak.
Still - still you stop on the landing
unable to bide your questing;
the shadows are too familiar,
the moon is more of a mirror.
See how she holds her mouth just wide
enough to swallow up yours cries,
but not so you may climb inside
and make so many stars of sighs.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
