The Dolls and the Door

"So how would the room look if you could step outside?"



"If the door was open, I could."



"The door? I don't see a door."



"Well, it's closed shut. We can't see anything."



"I suppose. But then can't you feel the door?"



"It's buried behind these dolls. You would have to go through them to find it."



"So we move the dolls?"



"But they're so much fun! Why..."



"Ssh! Can you feel the page move? Someone is there, watching us."



You. You've come to disturb our peace and open the door, haven't you? You must know we can't let you. :)

Nymph

If my world is shadow

She is soft morning light

If my world is blue

She is auburn and bronze and gold

If my world is winter

She is spring, beautiful and pure

She is birdsong

She is sunlight

She is cricket music and summer air

She is the daughter

come to beg for the life of her brother

to save the infant

and to spare her own flesh

For the marks on her body are red  

Some old

Some fresh as the sunrise

As broken as her mother

And the murder I am planning

Will tear her skin again

Know in Part

For Paul the Apostle

Which part of knowledge did you pursue

When you studied for hours in the library catacombs

Building a tower of Siloam out of books?

The part that brought me to conviction

Which part of knowledge drove you so violent?

Those around you could smell sharpened metal on your breath

Not until you found peace were you told your learning had driven you mad

The part I left along the road

Which part of knowledge presses you on

For which would you count your own life worthless

For what its years have taught you, or what is yet to be revealed?