Knocks and Shadows

By Steve Denehan

In this house
with dripping taps and ticking clocks
winding stairs and shadowed halls
“just one night” they said
under blue skies and sunlight
long before these hidden creaks, and blackening thoughts

I am reminded of a story my father once told
he was in a small room on an empty floor
of an empty building
at the end of a long, empty corridor
there was a knock on the door
he opened it
to nobody
he closed the door and, immediately
there was another knock
with force enough to shake the door in its frame
he opened the door again to see
nobody, and nothing, but the darkness

he ran then, on the legs of a doe
away from that room
away from his fear
and put it all in another room
tucked away in a dusty corner of his mind

he wondered then, as I did
and do now
or what
is knocking…

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About The Author

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“Steve Denehan lives in Kildare, Ireland with his wife Eimear and daughter Robin.  Recent publication credits include Better Than Starbucks, Fowl Feathered Review, a “microchapbook” as part of the Origami Poems Project, Terror House Magazine, Dual Coast, The Opiate, Sky Island Journal, Poetry Quarterly, Evening Street Review, The Folded Word, Ink In Thirds and Third Wednesday.

One of his poems was recently shortlisted for the Ireland Poetry Day Competition.  His chapbook, “Of Thunder, Pearls and Birdsong” is available from Fowlpox Press.” If you’re interested in seeing what Steve is up to, you can head on over to his website at


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