Today’s prompt is “door swings both ways” and the suggested form is triquain . Swinging door made me think saloon. The following is a “triquain chain”.
swinging door
midnight, Rosie’s Saloon
sauntering in, looking for trouble
chorus of chairs screech back, bartender grabs shotgun
even the girls pause to look, then run
pistol drawn, my eyes scan
and see you
*
you’re seated
in the corner, whiskey
in one hand, her teat in the other,
laughing with your boys, the poker game in full swing
guffaw halted mid-breath, the girl falls
as you jump to your feet
when I aim
*
both kneecaps
and bulls-eye to gonads
you roll and scream, girl scuttles away
reloading, my eyes scan for signs of steppers-in
seeing none, Betsy is aimed again
Deputy Jones will make
good sheriff
Tao Talk 
Very much in tune with the thing I’ve worked on today (the frontier myth…) :)
Well done, one can feel the swiftness of the action in your poem.
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Haven’t seen it yet. Did it start with a swinging door of a saloon??
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Very cool.
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thanks. I had fun with it.
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Wonderfully done, reminiscent of the Bride from Kill Bill!
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exactly :)
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