Poem of the Day


Behind the door

by Jenny Erlanger


I know it sounds a bit absurd

but you should hear what I have heard

about the things that have occurred

inside that stony tomb.


There’s talk of heaps of human bones,

of eerie grunts and squeals and moans,

of blood that oozes from the stones

and ghosts that haunt each room.


They say the spiders down the halls

are all the size of bowling balls

and prone to jumping off the walls

and landing in your hair


Of course, I don’t know this for sure.

It’s time for someone to explore

what really lies beyond that door.

Please enter… if you dare.


  • Submitted in response to Words+Pictures #2 poetry challenge



Photo: Neil Mulligan