Slow cellar door

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 03/17/2021
Created 07/12/2005
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Papa was determined to fix the hinges.
Grandma made the sign to ward off the evil eye
with a flick of her fingers and a hard little hiss.

It’d been sticking for two days,
and who knew what trouble had been sucked in.
On the swing shut, it wouldn’t close right,
a long gap remained that was just an invitation to trouble.

It was the ghosts that looked for a slow cellar door,
for a house kept careless,
with good stores to spoil.

I secretly hoped they’d come.
No matter if he fixed it,
a few tiny stones,
and I’d invite them back in.

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TathagataTathagataover 18 years ago
I really like this

for a lot of reasons.

But mostly because it's the kind of thing I'd have done, and partly because I can see the child feeling that ghosts should be welcome.

Nice work

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