Sunday, September 04, 2011

The Gate

Timber slatted,
flaking paintwork,
round-arched frame in high brick wall.

Clicking latch-key,
creaking hinges,
rusting bolt that slowly draws.

Secret door to unknown garden,
opening to another world,
entrance to a different lifetime,
exit gate from yours.

I immediately thought of the gate I had spotted in Fremington in May 2009 on a path just up from the quay. Maybe one day I'll pluck up the courage to see what is on the other side.


Guyana-Gyal said...

It takes me back to Enid Blyton.

Pat said...

GG: I was thinking of you this morning. I still use the notes you gave me on the rare occasions I do a link:)


what a beautiful homage to a really beautiful verse pat - you did it great honor with your mysterious gate - although, i must confess, i'm not sure i've ever passed a gate i was not compelled to open! what great restraint you have! ;)

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Perfect Poem for a Perfect Picture...
Like the door to "THE SECRET GARDEN", onr wonders what is on the other side---I hope you DO see what is behind that door, my dear Pat....!

I hope you get a chance to come by and see my post about "MARLENE"....

kenju said...

I really wish that door was on my pool pump house! Beautiful.

Sharon Longworth said...

Pat, the picture of the gate is absolutely perfect! If I hadn't already written a poem, it would inspire me to do so.
I hope you get to see behind it one day soon.
And thank you for your very kind words about my words.

Pat said...

Gypsywoman: I didn't try but I assumed it would be locked.

Naomi: one of these days.
I'll be round for Marlene shortly.

Judy: I seem to remember our elusive Scottish friend had a similar one in his garden.

Sharon: so glad it was a happy marriage;)

LL Cool Joe said...

There something fascinating about gates and doors, that feeling of mystery as to what's on the other side.

Love the poem and the photo!

lom said...

oh I think a little peak would have been called for

Pat said...

LL Cool Joe:isn't it great when things come together?

LOM; I know - you go to Fremington and brave the gate. I bet it is locked.


oh, pat, when it comes to doors and what awaits us on the other side, one must never ever "assume"!!! ;) uh, excuse me, my perspective, anyway! ;)

Pat said...

Gypsywoman: as long as it isn't a game keeper with a fierce dog.