The Man Behind the Door (Poetry Monthly)

Cherry

By Ed Crane

Tue, 12 Jan 2016
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Just a kid, maybe five, not much

more, waking at night; a familiar

visitor. Darker than darkness, it’s

The Man Behind the Door. Froze

like a rabbit caught in a hunter’s

light. Screaming for Mum. Come

make it alright. Hush now, there’s

nothing, try to sleep beautiful boy.

 

Grew up; got out; set up. Owning

a home. Followed a path through

life. Made it alone. Never thought

to see him anymore, but couldn’t

forget: that Man Behind the Door.

 

Now an old man; though not very

wise. It has to be done, there’s no

compromise. When life rounds the

very last bend, it is time look into

his face: The Man Behind the Door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Very good. Clever. 

Bee

Submitted by VeraClark on

It reminds me of one of my own recurrent nightmares. This is very eerie, the circularity works a treat.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I did used to feel the presence of a man in my little box room as a small child. I've never forgotten it.

Funny thing, my younger brother went in there after I moved to another bedroom and he also says there was something creepy about that room.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I generally don't like to use repeated phrases, but in this case it seemed right.

I've never forgotten the odd feeling I had as a small child when I slept in that room, my younger brother felt it too when it was his bedroom.