Challenge: Thursday Doors
Topic: 03 November 2022
And when we got there . . .
The torch slipped from my fingers,
plummeted to the earth.
The fragile eye of illumination,
kissing the granite ground beneath.
A splintering of glass,
a kaleidoscope of rainbow shards.
The night now as impenetrable,
as a locked door.

Ken
The monument is amazing, and the door is beautiful. I love the words you have assembled to describe the scene. Very well done.
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Thanks Dan.
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Outstanding photo!
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