Perhaps a general fascination with doors started with the famous poster, "The Doors of Dublin," information about which can be found here.
I have photographed interesting doors in my area, and several have been made into haiga. I'm going to share a few today. The first three have appeared before.
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I have more doors in my files that are waiting for a poem. Keep watching this space!
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Love the pictures, Diane. And all the poems speak of mysteries, the need to open those doors! I like that final one, with the picture, rather sad, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteLinda, the final one is in remembrance of Newtown, but I think many anniversary situations can be found in it.
DeleteOooooh, the third one is ominous. Love it! Fun theme to explore -- I'm looking forward to more of your door poems!
ReplyDeleteI need to do more walking. It's really hard to see an awesome door while I'm driving.
DeleteDiane, I was also drawn to that third door. Beautiful images. Thanks for sharing this series of door photographs and poems -- what a great idea for a writing prompt.
ReplyDeleteI never thought of it that way, since most of my haiga are written in response to the photo/art, but you're right, doors would make a good writing prompt.
DeleteThese were just terrific, especially the last, which I found hopeful - perhpas because of the forsythia buds (at least, that's what I think they are!) which make me think of warmth and Spring.
ReplyDeleteI saw them as more of a choking tangle. I like your way of thinking better.
DeleteBeautiful photos, and words to go with! So glad you shared them today. I'm especially drawn to the discontent behind door # 3, but love the sense of exotic mystery behind door # 2 as well.
ReplyDeleteDoors #2 and #3 are both in Portsmouth, NH. I don't know about exotic, but they sure are interesting doors!
DeleteIt was actually more your words than the door itself that brought the "exotic mystery" for me: "far from home... a different September sun. I don't know why, but Morocco comes to mind. Maybe a field trip is in order... we can discuss this further when we get there.
DeleteI love doors so much I have books about, just, doors! And I have that Dublin poster too. And I love your work here. :0)
ReplyDelete(The third one I remember seeing before - such an effective haiga.) The fourth one is so poignant; yet I'm most drawn to that "different September sun." Thanks for sharing them all!
Doors can be fascinating. I remember wondering why Episcopalian churches always seemed to have red doors. I'm not the only one who wondered. Do a Google search on "churches with red doors." There doesn't seem to be a definitive answer.
DeleteActually, I like that first one best!! "Intimations of her decline," linked unexpectedly with "april sun" - a whole short story in seven words. BTW: Where is that lovely door in Photo #2??
ReplyDeleteThe door was in a side street in Portsmouth, NH. I have no idea what was the purpose of such an unusual ironwork front, since the building was no longer in use.
DeleteLovely. As always, I am inspired by your work with art and words!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary Lee, and thanks for the video you had on your blog today, I shared it with a friend who runs a preschool/kindergarten.
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Love it, Gillena! Thanks for sharing! My grandson is a "what's that?" little machine!
ReplyDeleteOooh, doors! They hold so much mystery, hope, closure. I like this series a lot and can't way to see more.
ReplyDeleteNext week, I'm moving on to windows!
DeleteI never thought much about doors until I went to China. All those red doors with with groupings of 9. They were beautiful and fascinating.
ReplyDeleteI like your doors and the poems you've written for them. Thanks for sharing.
Red doors! One more reason to add China to my bucket list!
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