20.11: A Thursday Door

red front door, climbing rose, red polka dot boots, house is a blue colour

The Toll Booth Door

It does not boast, this door.
It keeps the hush of coins and crossing,
knows the weight of hooves in fog,

the soft knock of a widow’s hand
at dusk.

The river watched the door open, close,
open again.

Some doors
do not lead in,
but back.


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.


©Misky 2022-2025 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion 

8 responses to “20.11: A Thursday Door”

  1. That’s a delightful poem, Mistky. Thanks for sharing that.

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    1. With pleasure, Dan.

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  2. I wish that was true- I would definitely open that door….

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    1. Locked tight, Violet.

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  3. Beautiful poem Misky! I love this:- “knows the weight of hooves in fog” and your last verse is profound!

    Wonderful doors!

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    1. Thank you very much!

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  4. Beautifully crafted words, intriguing door.

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