Poem- G. Savianna- Year 8

My windows  

look like pools of darkness,  

In the winter – glossy night.  

Trapping and protecting me  

from the danger.  

Only a view of:  

Whispers———————————the secrets;  

Possums———————————owls.  

Often visited by their friends,  

In droplets splatting and platting.  

Cascading on a sheet of glass,  

Hardnesssoftnessroughness.  

Reflected as an almost mirror  

On the outskirts of my bedroom.  

Watching me as I scribble these words on my page  

And as I turn off my lamp.  

They shall blink into unnameable silence  

One  sec on d .. . two .  

Transform into doors to the outside  

Barrier between us.  

  

How strong they are, weak and dangerous when shattered.  

I seem almost similar to them:  

My windows.