Alice Anne Gordon


The Cupboard Under The Stairs - Poem by Alice Anne Gordon

Dark devours the hurt,
cradled under coats in the cusp of safety,
far from prying ears
a tear,
a whimper of self comfort,
in the company of a clicking meter.
The light slivers along the crack,
breaking into the darkness
of worn shoes and winter mittens.
Circumstances and surroundings uncomfortable.
How long to stay in the shadows?


Comments about The Cupboard Under The Stairs by Alice Anne Gordon

  • (9/14/2008 4:45:00 PM)

    the title gave me a chill...and the content panged my heart....such fear and pain in so few lines...amazing poem (Report)Reply

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  • Marilyn Lott (9/14/2008 7:15:00 AM)

    This sounds like a very sad and scary world of a child. So
    many children suffer. Bless their hearts! A '10! '

    Best Wishes,
    Marilyn
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 14, 2008



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