Locked Door Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Locked door, locked door, please tell me your secret.
None of your business. Full well shall I keep it.

Is an old woman there, shuffling and slow?
Is there a weeper with no place to go?
Is there an invalid? Is there a nurse?
Is there a haunting? A murder? A curse?
Is there a promise? A threat? Or a cry?
Are there raised voices? A sob? Or a sigh?
Is there a table? A kettle? A chair?
Is there a window? Oh, what could be there?
Locked door, locked, please tell me your secret.

None of your business. Full well shall I keep it.