Faye Sizemore

THE ESCAPE

In the IWVPA closet
… dark and dank
further… further
into oblivion I sank
Until one day
there appeared
to my sight
a wondrous
blinding light
I heard a voice…
loud and clear
in my ears so sore
“Go on, my child…
You are outta here;
Go forth… and third no more.”
The door opened
and I skedaddled out…
hiding my brows…
in case Colin Jones
was wandering about…

Author’s Note: This poem includes a tongue-in-cheek reference to a comment made by Colin Jones in the IWVPA Club that he'd been "accused" of being a "brow-beater"