Beyond The Door

Six women sit in the shed, behind the blue door. The entrance is lined with wood, split and stacked, but if you are lucky enough to be invited beyond the thick heavy red velvet drapes, there's a sanctum of a room, a large stainless steel table dominating the centre. Candles are lit. "We has to … Continue reading Beyond The Door

The Blue Shed Door

Dirty snow is piling against the poor much maligned blue shed door. Discovery Range Rovers splash slush. The little painted gnome nailed to the lintel ever before I came here gleams in thin light. Mrs. Robin Redbreast has her eyes on a nest space inside. Sweet peas still cling to the ivy. I have hung … Continue reading The Blue Shed Door