Sotherndown South Wales No 2 Poem by James Tipp

The Secret Door

From childhood the secret door
Has beckoned to the inner me.
A challenge to open the secret
To peer behind the castellation
Into a world that ceased so long ago
Yet shouts of mystery and difference.
So now confronted with a reality
I ponder and deliberate the question;
To end all childhood dreams and enter
To find that life lives in real time behind
The door that speaks of yesterday
Or walk away and live my dreams
For in them no pain exists, no disillusions
Just an emptiness of never knowing the truth
So living with the consequences,
That dreams can be real, behind shut doors.


Dunraven Estate November 2004

No 2 in the Southerndown Trilogy