Description: I heard the "cellar door" is the most beautiful word composition in the english language, so I thought I would write something with it and this is where it took me.
Your cellar door sounds -------------------------------------------
Your cellar door sounds
creaking high piched shrieks
into the quiet night.
The trees outside your house shiver
as the sound runs up their spine
touching their quivering leaves.
They watch us quietly (sometimes
leaning in to wisper to each other),
as we step through the opening.
The creaky cellar door shuts
as I place it on its hinges.
The moon is shut out and we are
in darkness descending into your basement.
Outside the trees watch and wait
for our return.
I dunno... I saw that movie (interesting movie, too), but I still think the MOST beautiful linguist-syllable mass is "I Won The Lotto..."
However, I do like this write. I was in Ohio briefly, and yeah, there was a cellar door... I felt like Grampa Munster coming up out from under the staircase when I would throw the door open and emerge from the darkness into the back yard... Descending into it, however, was rather trippy... didn't like it as much. I guess I would have though, if I were sneaking in with somebody :) Nice imagery here, and the leaves exchanging knowing secrets, bearing witness to the entrances and exits... great touch.
This is a damn fine poem. I love the way it comes about, inspired by a simple two word phrase and I love that its written so it speaks to me. I think theres too many They them theres I's and what not. I'd cut some out, play with the line breaks and make it a bit longer. I give it a five, a great poem that shows that good poetry can come from fiction, and gives a good example ofa poem that stands on its own
Submission Name: Your cellar door sounds
