Cupboard Door
Karen Jean Matsko Hood
Her face was a pigmented sunset
Vibrant amber, rose, crimson
With some purple mottling
Some splashes of midnight
One swollen eye surrounded by
Warm beige makeup to tone
Down some of the brightness of sunset
A pair of frosty blue sunglasses
Perched on the crooked feminine nose
Her familiar fresco looks more artistic
Yet frightening to behold
She walked into an open cupboard
Door she said
How stupid of her she said
Yet we knew how intelligent
She was and beautiful and kind
Not stupid enough to walk into
A cupboard door again . . . and again
The hues of the sundown will
Slowly fade from her face
But with the dark circle of Midnight
She will continue to live
Until she finds
The courage to face away
From that old swinging
Cupboard door.