The Cellar Door

Suspense fills the small space,

displacing dust motes

revealed by dim lanterns.

The dank cellar air is chilled

by the storm outside,

that is now silent and still.

No one moves to leave.

They sit on metal chairs,

breathing, not speaking.

Each envisioning what awaits

when courage lifts the cellar door.


© 2011 Tamera Dobbins