Mystère: Poetry Series


A tapping at the door

Creaky porch boards

A personne mystère

Peeking through the window lace

I see a shadow

An outline of someone

This beautiful creature unknown

”hello” they whisper

In a voice so ethereal

I’m afraid

To unmask this mystery

Another tapping

And I step away from the window

My fingers wrap around the brass

And I turn the knob

The screech of the door

I look up, and

I see you for the first time.

Dalea FaulknerComment