The Door
on Sheila Ash (India), 18/Mar/2016 06:50, 34 days ago
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Our Writing Group challenge was to envisage a door, real or imaginary, and to describe what we see through it. I wrote of memories of my mother making jams in the kitchen.The door ajar stands still yet strangeno name, no number, no sign remains.The handle creeks, the hinges groanthe wind surrounds a soft sweet moanthe light escapes, the heat aboundsthe clamour, clanking, busy soundsthe clinking glass, the dripping bagthe buzz of bees gone slightly madjell set stiff, sweet berry flavouredJam of heaven forever savoured© Sheila Ash 29thFebruary 2016ashramblings
