Tuesday, September 13, 2022


[image: a Lee Madgwick strange house]

When the trees embraced us we knew then
That our faces were hidden in nightmares
For how else can one flutter when
The shutters of evening snap shut
Allowing only what we knew then 
To be winding ways of cauldron
Steeping molten onions dragons and men
Fastened inside snores and whimpers
Caring only for the path which appears again
To take us back to a home waiting 
And the safety of open doors we knew then

NIGHTMARE © gillena cox 2022 

NOTE How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE


The strange houses of Lee Madgwick

Challenged today to use one of four given images from Lee Madgwick and write an ekphrastic