#OctPoWriMo 8-The Blue Door

Oil put to canvas.
The blue door waits
With darkened windows,
Framed in earthen adobe
With creeping vines clinging
In clusters of green.

Beyond a sunlit arch,
Distant terra cotta roof tiles
Scrape the darkened blue sky
From a cleaner time and place.

Copper pots of chrysanthemums
Stretch for the late afternoon
Rays of sunlight.
A shadow casts across that door.
The blue door waits
With darkened windows.
A knob of black on the left.blue-door

Form: Ekphrasic

 

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