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.