By Edna Clarke-Hall (1879 - 1979)
In the
doorway there you stand
leaning
lightly, with your hand
on the
lintel – well I know
you will
turn, and lightly go.
My Great-Great Aunt Edna was an artist and poet.
This poem is from a collection called
“Facets”, published in 1930.
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