Dark Elegies   

There is a place I do not enter,
Knowing, like Bluebeard's wife,
That there are horrors there,
Best left behind closed doors.
I have placed the memory of my love,
In such a shuttered room,
So that it can no longer grow.
I am forcing my love to wither,
Giving it no nourishment,
Sealing up memories,
So that they cannot come back to haunt.
It is not an easy thing,
Holding the emptiness inside,
The natural desire to
Take pity,
And break down the doors—suppressed,
Until there is no more hope.

© 2006 Adriana Davies