Arte, Immagine & Poesia

“Threshold” painting by Michael Hafftka, U.S.A. Poem by Aeronwy Thomas, U.K.


(copyright Michael Hafftka)



One way to go in

one way to go out

both narrow.

The door stands ajar

the exit way

angels point

at the clock

over the doorway

fiends block the way

an archangel appears

from the clockface

the devil

gathers his army

 too late

my angel

gives a deadly injection

for new life

to help me leave

quicker by the doorway

which narrows

to just my size

and I push the door open

with  a slow sigh.


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“The Door” poem by Aeronwy Thomas, U.K. Painting by Yuri Kabisher, Israel

Yuri Kabisher

(copyright Yuri Kabisher)





I can see the door

the other side of the room

it is not the one

I entered from

but it is the door

I have to leave by

it is made  from oak

and as I walk

towards it

I note there’s

a brass handle

to pull down

in order to leave

the room with

two doors

and many windows

with views

of garden

and hills beyond

walkers like ants

dot the landscape

I can see all this

as I approach

very slowly

the door marked exit

in letters

of polished brass

I hadn’t noticed before

where I bend

ready to peer

through the keyhole

in every window





not to look

through the door

so I stand


until they disappear

and the walkers

are there once more

I see them

through the windows

and want to join them

so  pull down

the handle

and the heavy door

swings back

I step through

in the hope

that the garden

and the hills

glimpsed through

the glass

will still be there

the other side

of the door


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“The beauty of Paris” painting by ADRIANA CRUZ, Brazil. Poem by AERONWY THOMAS, U.K.

adriana cruz brazil                                                                                                (copyright Adriana Cruz)





We look to the past

When the light shone brighter

When days were sun filled

And after dark

We loitered hand in hand

Under its yellow beam

Your summer dress picked out

Your face lit

In  mysterious tones

As we cuddled together


Under the street lamp.

We struggle to remember

Its warm glow

Its elegant form

While  the sharp lights

Where we take

Our evening stroll

These winter nights

Are so bright

Fail to flatter

Your hard-won lines

Your worried frown

Oh for the street lamp

When life was just begun

And I kissed you, my love,

 Under its subtle rays