17 July: A Thursday Door

red front door, climbing rose, red polka dot boots, house is a blue colour
two very tall oak doors in a chateau in Tours France

A Tanka Poem for Two French Doors

Chateau doors stand tall
Echoes wrapped in oaken calm
Sunlight softly drapes
Old rooms cradle our laughter
Memory dances through wood

Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share.


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10 responses to “17 July: A Thursday Door”

  1. Beautiful oak doors Misky 😀

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    1. Aren’t they just. Almost floor to ceiling.

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  2. These are beautiful doors and I love your poem! Well done!

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  3. Wonderful tanka…what a beautiful way to think of doors “Memory dances through wood.”

    Great photo and some stately doors beautifully maintained. Well done!

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    1. Thank you, Suzette!

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  4. Nice doors and poem, and I love the rug!

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    1. Thanks, Brenda!

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  5. What beautiful wood. The line “old rooms cradle our laughter” fits so neatly with the feel of the image. There is an essence of cradle with so much wood. Those kinds of places are rare.

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    1. Rare indeed, and thank you for your lovely comment.

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