When I saw that the "Today's Post" prompt was “Closet” , I immediately thought of the closet in my bedroom of my childhood home. I used to play in there occasionally; close the door and sit down in the dark and imagine all kinds of things.
In my later years, that closet shows up in this poem:
An Active and Personal Devil
It has been reported by the New York Times…that as technology increases, more and more people are coming to believe in an active and personal devil. - Miller Williams
The door was wood, with peeling paint
and a china doorknob
white,cracked, spider web of
black cracks, but not chapped.
The door was closed,
but not too hard to open.
The devil sat behind the door,
hunched over a table, hiding.
She was thin and young.
I asked her why and she looked at me
and did not answer.
I left her, but left the door ajar.
I felt in my shoulders
two red tomatoes, like organs of the body,
red balls, and furry.
They tell me to watch out,
that I’m letting my heart go.
Soon I see a small white closet
with a black tile floor.
In back of it waits a
thin cherry door, a hoard of
I see the door leads to another country,
Backed up by a stone
In a deep summer forest.
Laminate, I think, no,
Enchanted Forest, by Myrna Stubbs
And the mythical beast, the Lamia: