The iron hinge
is shaped
like a butterfly wing.
It holds the door
in place
and does not
squeak.
(Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar. Imagism: “Direct treatment of the “thing” whether subjective or objective; …use absolutely no word that does not contribute to the presentation….” January 28, 2016.)
vb's reverbs 
This is perfect…and no squeaking!
I love this–this is a verbal macro-photograph, which is, I think, one way of looking at imagist poetry.
I think this works too. Clever.
Brilliant 😀
There is so much unsaid in this poem….it leaves the reader wondering, which is a very good thing.
Great.
FANTASTIC take!
I can hear it not squeaking. You have captured a seemingly meaningless object/moment in time, and brought so much meaning to it. THAT, in my humble opinion, is what imagist poetry should be.
I see it well treated, a loved thing, the not squeaking says so much more I think,
It’s like a riddle solved in a few lines….perfectly done 😉
Simple and effective – absolutely no movement and no squeaking!
oh my…..the “thing” described so well. I see it! I’ve seen it many times, but have not seen it.
Well done!
so much in so few words…perfect…
You have described the object in such a pure way. At the same time, it made me wonder if there is more beneath the surface of these words. I don’t have to know if there is or what it is….it’s just the fact that it makes that impression. Cool! 🙂
Such a wonderful thing a hinge, you help us appreciate the extraordinary in the ordinary
You’re not unhinged, not at all. A beautifully succinct parcel of imagery.
Your poem is delicate and strong…like the door hinge. Excellent!
Iron of past
so secure and
true.. butterfly wings
say false.. all is change
and potential
new..:)