Magpie Monday Matinee.

  
And it's a double feature --

(A prompt so nice . . . I had to write twice!)

1.

Her childhood kept its secrets

long after she left --

her questions unanswered

fears unmet, the lurk of a spider

spinning noiselessly along its stretch of hall

aloneness, a black yawn of tunnel

always at her back

 these things she carried as she went

an unturned lock whose dark slot

continued to beg a key

its voice too small,

too quiet for anyone to answer.

(Or, if you prefer . . .) 

2.

Wear it on a chain

or put it in a quiet pocket

snapped or safely buttoned shut

but first be sure

you want in, then keep

the key I give you.

You can listen there,

ear pressed against the dark hole

searching for a snatch of light

or sound, something that speaks.

You can peer

into that small round night

of secrets, try to pick me open

but you cannot come

and go as you please.

I am not for passing through,

a wave as you go by

a wind in the keyhole

to knock me away

you'll have to stay, kept in

or locked out as you wish.

--smh

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