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.
© John Welford
I knew, of course, as most probably do, where this was going and this made me blue. For the unknown can be daring and perhaps a bit sad, but knowing the outcome can be somewhat bad.
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