THE WOMAN IN THE DOORWAY

The Woman in the Doorway

Her face peers; with a far-off look

across the road – waiting for a sign

Not recognising me; a stranger,

She goes back inside, to hide;

retreating into her empty nest.

She leaves the front door open wide,

Ready to greet a face;

I wanted to wave at her, to smile,

But she is gone…

I look back down the hill

at the pretty blue

and white cottage,

her abode – adorned with flowers.


I saw this women standing in her doorway, in Kerry. Their was something quaint about her and the cottage; which inspired me.