Doors

 April 20 Word of the Day: Doors

 

The door into the bathroom promises steam and perfume.

 

The door into the garden grows green as sun revisits.

 

The doors of the car are shields.

 

The door to the café bursts forth good gossip and old soul music.

 

The door to the club is boarded up with agonised graffiti.

 

The door without hinges opens with a light beam.

 

The door of good turns welcomes every stranger.

 

The door you meet you don’t read about in books.

 

The door piled halfway up with softening autumn leaves.

 

The door of the quaint news-stand half-open all day.

 

The door surrounded by a halo.

 

The door of the glass hothouse a massy swirl of hydrangeas.

 

The door improved by brass numbers screwed into place.

 

The doors bending inwards into old class trams.

 

The door where secrets go and snib the lock.

 

The door where one thought leads to another and another.

 

The door in the tireless street of daily occurrence.