Inspired by AB3 and OVP3

At the threshold

The massive door
cut from hundreds-year-old oak
hundreds of years ago, is always locked,
but now it stands slightly open
like parted lips whispering an invitation.

On the other side, you imagine
a turquoise sky, sunrise clouds—the opposite
of this grey-shrouded world.
You touch the weathered wood, pull
it toward you–
the scent of jasmine and sea-salt caresses you
as you step over the threshold. This is where
your life begins.

For Paul Brooke’s Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge.
You can see all the art and read all the poems here.