In the doorway there stands a familiar figure
Nobody laugh, nobody snigger
Don’t stare for long, it’ll only get bigger
In the doorway there stands a familiar figure.
*
A familiar figure is there in the doorway
Not in the passage, not in the hallway,
Is it imagined? I’m telling you no way
A familiar figure is there in the doorway
*
The familiar figure is standing just there
It seems I could touch it, did I but dare
Is it a threat, should I beware?
The familiar figure is standing just there
*
The familiar figure is there and it stands
Is it going to speak? It holds up its hands
What will it say? What are its demands?
The familiar figure is silent and stands
*
The figure I see is someone I know
What is its name? Why am I so slow?
If I turn around now, will it just go?
The figure I see is someone I know.
*
The figure, familiar, is something I see
But is it a doorway? Could it just be
I’ll be fully awake if I count up to three?
It’s only a mirror, that figure is me.
About the Creator
John Welford
John was a retired librarian, having spent most of his career in academic and industrial libraries.
He wrote on a number of subjects and also wrote stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".
Unfortunately John died in early July.
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