Door to before

I look out on the rich landscape

Hills rolling and glens changed

The map of times hands have moved

once more

My spine tingling in anticipation

Of what I do not know

See the remains of a home

long empty

The place where the door was shimmers

Light more prominent than anywhere

As I explore this living map

In a past I have chosen to return to

But filling me with a new sensation

Where futures merge with past.

Ailsa

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I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley