Woman and Wood

When doors creak,

They whisper age old secrets

In an ancient tongue.

Willing for our ears to hear and

Our souls to understand.

It's the cue for the faeries reprimand

Of our negligent faithfulness

To an honest friendship

Between woman and wood.

Its then, when the heavy, oak door

Lets whispers drip from its tongue,

Attempting to one more converse with us,

When I then shock the faeries,

And converse back.