Those Broken Cellar Doors

A memory... A flashback I just had.

I remember an old cellar door

weeds rising from the hill above it,

scattered.

There were dying sun flowers amongst them.

The ashen colours 

of the clouds against the incandescent moon.

The breeze lifelessly dancing through the echoes of leaves,

turning to dust in my hand.

The voice of the wind 

bouncing on the insides of my ear,

making a howl like the coyote in the distance.

Moist grass clung to the bottoms of my bare feet,

the midnight dew

reflecting the moons soft rays of colourless light,

over the trees that would sing at the unlit skies.

Darkness surrounded me..

Standing beneath the earth,

before me the cellar door stood,

lonely,

cold,

and alone.

The roots of time 

growing down the roof,

tarnished from dirt and grime.

It's doors were open but I dared not go in.

No light would ever touch this place.

No moonlight glow

or sunlit sky.

In the shadowed darkness I remember

those broken cellar doors,

what laid there after I will not know

but the echoes from within.

Author's Note

Just writing what was on my mind.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Very descriptive and took me to my own memories of the cellar door.. :(

[nevermindfan1991]

This was a great poem to read. Very descriptive and vivid about a simple from your past. It shows you can add beauty to anything.

[Black]

a really nice imagery,
i love the last stanza,

[Becky C Strukamp]

Imagery was wondeful. Well penned poem.

[stars are far]

Great one :)

[Antonio Chevere]

Great images stuck in my head with each line. good stuff

[Megan]

this was great..to me this sounded like a dream. Like a really vivd dream. You create a certain mood here that is dark and mysterious, and I love it! You're description was spot on and I could picture everything perfectly, like I was looking at the cellar door myself. I also like the flow and structure, very creative and different. Great job!

[Coyote Poetry]

The description was amazing. Your strong detail took me on a journey with you in your words. I like memories. Allow us to travel back in time and find good and safe places. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[ShadowOfTheDay]

This is really good :D Very creative and descriptive! :D