A place for a clandestine encounter or secrets hidden within its periphery This wall could tell stories of trysts, surreptitious meetings Perhaps even some bewitchery
Traces of lichen and moss Covering the ancient rocks Underneath, romantic messages left by star crossed lovers whose footsteps are now covered with Phlox
The old gate bearing initials Carved with high expectations Yet thwarting courtship blocking fate, destiny and undying declarations
It does make you wonder about its stories, this gate.
We always used to say “if walls could talk” 🙂
We still do 🙂
brilliant Christine! Really love this! <3
Thanks so much Carol Anne
Very welcome Christine 😊
Thank you so much Crystal. You are very kind 🙂💕
Beautiful poem that goes so well with the photo as it was described to me. I love carved with high expectations. 🙂
Thanks so much for reading 🙂
interesting Christine