- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Gatekeeper
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Many thanks to Angeline and darkerdreamer for their helpful suggestions on this one.
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She stands before the gilded door,
a Gorgon in disguise.
A cigarette hangs
From the requisite
apple red lips.
She waves away
those who would enter.
Her green eyes gleam
when she laughs
their dreams into shame,
crushes their hopes
beneath her patent heels.
Her day's work's over.
She bolts the door.
She goes home.
She settles in her empty bed,
comfortable in the cold.
In the black arms of Hypnos,
she dreams of tomorrows
that taste as sweet as tears.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaalmost 17 years agoI liked this on a lot till the last line. It, the last line, felt a bit cliched, especially compared to the rest of the poem.
WickedEveabout 17 years agoI like how you describe your gatekeeper as if she's just another working girl. Great description of her in the first strophe.
