inside (Prose – from 3 words)

Oh I have another 3 words kindly given to me by   summerstommy2  please go and visit and say hello.

Scurry, polite, anonymous – again I twitch nervously.

Feet step on terracotta leading to the entrance
my chiselled wooden door, solid structure that holds
my life within and holds the world outside
it’s where I have my secrets; where my life is mine
to write to my hearts content or scurry ‘cross the woollen rugs
a cushion held and twirl to orchestrated music in my head

and if by chance I’m anonymous in this world where I reside
I take that as a blessing in-between the minutes of routine
for I have the chance to dance like no-one’s watching
to shimmy down the catwalk of my hallway,  to pour a wine
and place my feet upon the table,  if these are things I choose to do

and in my chase to find myself I shall ask the universe
but be polite of course  to keep me whole , to keep me sane and
safe behind my heavy wooden door, that cuts out all I need
not know or need to care about, till I decide I need fresh air
and tread again
the terracotta steps

jmtacken Sept 2013

A little more SOC with this – as my muse didn’t want restrictions this evening.

**Please keep sending  your 3 words,  if you would like me to write something from your inspiration.