There’s something magical about doorways. Sometimes they’re beautiful, sometimes they’re not, but they can lead all sorts of places!



Abandoned for so many sweeps of clock-hands

that time no longer echoes here

a door stands


locked against prying fingers

curious eyes

Behind the stalwart wood and metal frame

is likely only dust and debris

but its cracked paint


and proud columns whisper

slyly to the soles of the passerby

Perhaps past this weathered facade

lurks wonderful


adventures of the sort embarked

through wardrobes

hidden doors

and rabbit holes


About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

2 responses »

  1. I LOVE THIS! Partially because you reference wardrobes, hidden doors, and rabbit holes, which makes my fantasy-loving self “squee!” with joy. And partially because the tempo of the poem really reminds me of Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley, which is one of my all-time favorite poems ever.

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