The door
A party from the perspective of the door
Ding dong
Goes the sound of my song
People are waiting
Is what I am saying
Knock knock
I announce with a shock
Someone is here
Is what I say, dear
Scrape brush
I open in a rush
People come in
Let the party begin
Click clack
When you put me back
Open and shut
I'm back in my rut
Scrape clock
The sound of my lock
Safe once again
I wait here 'til ten
Clock scrape
I'm opened, agape
People are leaving
Their boots they're retrieving
Creak creak
I let out a squeak
While you lean against me
Watching your friends flee
Brush scrape
I close the escape
You're alone once more
Without those you adore
Rattle shake
My handle's awake
A friend's come back
For a hug, they do lack
Scrape brush
I open with a hush
For a friendly embrace
That you did misplace
Knock knock
I announce with a shock
Your friends are returning
The party renewing
Brush scrape
No longer agape
Your friends are inside
Your smile, you cannot hide.
About the Creator
Jolene Poulin
I'm an amateur writer with an interest in fiction and general story telling.
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