The Door
It was only a door
so why did I feel
such foreboding?
Surely I’ve approached
one hundred doors like it
in my lifetime.
The knocker looked heavy
and lions guarded it
with somber faces.
The door looked at me
the mail slot
a tense mouth.
A camera eyed me
blankly remote.
Was someone
already watching?
© Rebecca Sanchez 2020
Written with my friends at The Sunday Muse #100 for the photo prompt. I usually think of what the picture is and how it makes me feel. In this case, I was thinking about how the door perceived me without human contact.
Capricious Poet 
It feels very dystopian. As if being judged by a door as to whether you will be allowed to enter.
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It’s that kind of door, isn’t it? Thanks for coming by!
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I feel the same way Bekkie, the door is foreboding. Love the face you gave the door here! Thank you so much for joining us for the 100th Muse!
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Sorry, this is so late I thought I’d answered these!
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I live in a row of 11 town homes, everyone except us has one of those camera things. I figure we are set. So far. Stay healthy.
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Good! Things have sure changed since I posted this.
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I love the mail slot as a “tense mouth”. Very good! I once had one of those lion door knockers, a household or three back. Smiles.
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