04 June 2010

Cellar door

The cellar door
Is the door to my childhood
Or, to a golden moment in history
Either personal or collective
That may or may not have ever been real
But certainly was vivid

What is now dark, hidden, secret, vague, and faintly musty-smelling
Was cool, breezy, inviting, alluring, refreshing, peaceful, earthy

The door to the cellar
Is locked now
Watched over by the combined forces of memory &
The passage of time and space
Formidable guardians indeed

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Poem dreamed up while on a walk and based on my overheard notion of "cellar door" as the most beautiful word combination in English. I kind of agree, but there are many contenders. More on "cellar door" and its awesome phonoaesthetic powers here.