Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto
The constant drum beat of time
Has taken its toll on this beautiful building
Nature too has placed its mark
Yet the small oak door seems to have stood the test of time
Age has not touched it, silently inviting you to enter
Come see what lies beneath the blue grey granite walls
Right now, I am fascinated by the face of a young girl
Her eyes wide, with a touch a blonde hair
Overshadowed by the green passing of time
Beside her see the face of a man
He wears a flat hat, short trimmed beard
And appears to be on guard. A sentinel, watching over her
How have these strange marks appeared on the stone?
Did the weathering of time chisel them there?
I fear that it may not be by design
I see the sadness in her eyes
Did she exist before her countenance was placed there?
By some strange other world powers?
Does her story lie beyond the oak door?
Do I take up the silent invitation?
I decided that some thing should remain a mystery
Maybe another day I will pick up the gauntlet
Enter the hallowed room beyond the wall
Hoping there is a back door to the forest beyond
Her story is old, held by time
She will be waiting when I am ready to step inside…
Can you see her face?
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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