The Moon is a Doorway

Be careful what you wish for...

The Moon is a doorway to the Imagination
A winding hallway pocked with parlors of partiers
And bedrooms lighted and safe (?),
If only I could sweep away those annoying dark corners
And places under the bed, and (gasp!) the sinister Closet
Whose obsidian blackness envelopes even the brightest of lights...

Or is the Moon a window tightly shut,
Frosted with cataracts to mask the blood-shot chaos
Strewn about Imagination's twisted, shifting staircase
A bridge disappearing into fog or darkness, leading
Away to another place or nowhere in equal measure?
Is it a trap or an escape? No way to find out except...

The Moon, it hovers in the night sky
And leaves me below, wishing and wondering,
"How careful should my wishes be?"

Author's Note

Not my best, but I liked the concept. Any suggestions or comments are welcome.

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

I liked the concept very much. Moon is an intriguing mystery.. liked the contrast is it a doorway or a window tightly shut.. the rhetorical question in the end leaves an heavy impact on the readers mind. Shoulf my wishes be guarded or wild and free.. Because wishes which are granted often lead to a chain of events which lead us to doom.. this piece is nicely blended with a spooky touch - the obsidian darkness, the annoying dark corners.. A strongly effective poem.

~Sophy