UntoldTales_x2

engaged in the garden
concocting flower beds
the old ancient key
surfaces in the soil

touched by the beauty
her fingertips tingled
curious of origins

hanging on a nail
along a timeworn
wooden painted fence
the powerful past
of the ancient key
remains hidden

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it’s hard to go
into that room
locked in eternity
rarely speaking
cobwebs comfort
keeper of keys

touch nothing
still air stares
consequence
acquainted

harm comes
hiding in the
halls and walls
dim shaped shadows
whisper cruel tales

misguided moment
pause with purpose
notice nothing
leave the dark
disregard dwell not
keep the old key hidden

visit weekend wordsmith. this week’s prompt: an old key that opens some door somewhere in the past; photos: key to nowhere, originally uploaded by *ivyness*, The Weight Of An Empty Room., originally uploaded by This Isn’t Safe… (jeffreyworthen).

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June 16, 2008 / 10:02 am
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