Lace, a poem by Stephen Kingsnorth at Spillwords.com

Lace

Lace

written by: Stephen Kingsnorth

 

I see through lace, masks as they knock –
that time of year for trick or treat,
but I alone hold keys of lock.

Though due, I’m rivetted with shock
that strangers expect me to greet –
I see through lace, masks as they knock.

I dim the lights, think that might block
their view inside, intention, cheat,
but I alone hold keys of lock.

I used to hold some bits in stock –
a pack of biscuits, chocolate, sweet;
I see through lace, masks as they knock

But grandchildren my only flock,
though alien feet would step from street –
but I alone hold keys of lock

An hour, on watch, I count the clock,
but sure in shadows, eyes won’t meet;
I see through lace, masks as they knock,
but I alone hold keys of lock.

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