Liz- Venice morning

Jean B

Fiona

Edna

Sue-Esta in the doorway

an old wooden door
hidden in a crumbling stone wall
the secret garden
HJ

Door

There’s a door we went through, 
We broke the rusty lock. 
Sun-baked peeling, paint flakes
Sticking to our socks.

There’s a door we went through.
Time no longer real.
Sharing dusty childhoods.
Earth and orange peel.

There’s a door we went through,
On this beaten track.
Finally unlocking, 
Never going back. 

There’s a door we went through, 
Letting sunlight in.
Warming broken pieces,
Healing from within.

There’s a door we went through
Seeing with new eyes.
Beautifully familiar,
Patient , slow and wise.
 
There’s a door we went through, 
Faded by the sun. 
Now our shoes are outside,
Now the race is run.



Have a lovely week, remember our door is always open.

XXX