Poem 129 – The Door

This hidden paradox
Lies deep within the valley
Forgotten but persisting

How can a door remain
A door without its walls?
But here one stands before me

I wonder if I turned
Its rusty red handle
What vista it would reveal?

A road of yellow bricks?
A land of lingering snow?
An ancient path to follow?

I reach and take the handle
In trembling anticipation
And opening, I step through…

This door can be found in Lea Valley on the route of one of our many local walks. I’d love to know what it was for. The diet of fantasy I grew up on fills the gaps until someone provides a probably more mundane answer…

© Ben Quant 2022

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