I espied a red glint
In between the cracks
On the wooden panels
Of a locked up closet

How many sphinxes
Stood guard with riddles.
Halting curious eyes?
No sentinel more vigilant

I caught glimpse of a
Red lace stuck
Between mahogany doors,
Some past vanity imagined

Standing there unmoving,
Drawn by intrigue, I was
Like a cat sniffing on
A netted pantry window

I stood beside the
Grim and ominous bureau
A piece of red lace
Clutched by wooden vise

Perplexed and unsettled
Mind wandering
The past insinuates
Rekindling flames
From cold embers