Alternate Self: The Guardian


One of my selves is a beautiful door, ripened with age
and wearing a coat the hue of the Aegean on a cloudless day. 

My eyes are glass or wood
and rimmed with eyelashes of dainty filigree.


I safeguard spirits embodied within
and mark their comings and goings.



"Guardian" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian

Strangers may gaze in my eyes but they will not seduce me.


I cannot be tricked, for the wisdom of the ages
is encoded in my core.


I stand vigilant, waiting, watching, protecting.
Intruders will rue my strength if they try to harm those I love. 

Comments

beth said…
ohhhh....I love this !
Wow - fabulous words and image Meri!!
poefusion said…
I couldn't agree more with your statement above. I've been receiving lots of spam lately too. I always delete them so their time is wasted on me...

i love old, dilapidated buildings with doors such as these. it always draws my eye a little closer. your words compliment well. have a great day.
Both photograph and poem are exquisite. I once started a series of door poems...such a good metaphor for so many things. Your poem was great.
rebecca said…
always,
you
open me.

thrill my senses and leave me breathless.
HeartFire said…
wonderful words, gorgeous picture!

Popular posts from this blog

Sometimes Things Aren't What They Seem

Haiku My Heart: May the Fourth Be With You