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