May 24.25: Thursday Doors Writing Challenge

May 24, 2025 by Oddment 23 Comments

Stop.

Look at me.

Don’t pass by

obliviously.

My crooked eye,

pocked complexion

deserve more than

your inattention.

I came to be

in precision birth

to fit exactly

this bit of Earth.

In simultaneous

up and down

I meld to hill

and to the town.

My bolted doors

in shadows belie

the turret dream

naysayers deny,

insisting my turret

is too near ground

to have a dream —

it’s doomed, earth-bound.

It may be short

as turrets go,

but dreams don’t need

a Chenonceau;

dreams and commerce,

yesterday

came and went —

they could not stay.

But I’m still here,

more or less,

proudly peculiar

anomalousness.

 

 

Linked to Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge.

with thanks to Dan for the photo.