This little poem was most definitely influenced by both Christina Rossetti and early Emily Dickinson.
There is a scarlet cupboard
Inside a scarlet room,
Whose door is locked
And cracks are sealed:
A silent, scarlet tomb.
It stands in scarlet penance
While days and nights dance by
With lilting or
With ponderous step
Till earthly time shall die.
Then shall its door be opened
And all its content known;
The scarlet notes
And scarlet knots
To judging eyes be shown.
© Leticia Austria 2007
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