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Thursday Doors 25/5/23: Morocco, Oman, and my last door poem

In today’s post there is not a single photo taken by me. All are door gifts from two witch friends of my mother and I appreciate them very much. I did wrote the poem though.

Let’s start with the third poem for Dan’s Third Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge, after two poems in my previous two Thursday posts. Whose door did I choose for my last poem? (Or better, whose door chose me?)

It’s Brenda’s photo from Catania in Sicily as posted on her blog Thoughts of a Wanderer.


Move up in life, they say.
Follow your dreams, fly.
You want to see above the rest, you want to
stomp on others and have
no one stomp on you.

So what if you end up
burning all bridges, 
levels, floors, with no fire exit even,
white out all doors before
you do it once more?

I don’t want to move up,
leaving plants behind,  
just so that I land up in hot orange hell 
with one ghost window and
well conditioned air!

This poetry form is another brand new for me: Double Ennead. Its syllable count is 6-5-11-6-5 per line in each of its three stanzas, totalling exactly 99 syllables.

If you like it and wish to try it, there is still a week left to submit your own for Around the Campfire Journal. This sounded so lovely that I submitted a (different) Double Ennead, plus two 99-word BOTS to it as well. If you don’t know (like I didn’t), BOTS stands for “based on true story”, just how I like them the most.

And now to doors. This week’s gallery starts in Rabat, Morocco with the doors taken by Ditka, one mother’s witch friend, and continues in Oman with photos taken by Katja, another mother’s witch friend. They call each other so themselves, most happily. They recently returned from Belgrade together and in my Thursday Doors post from two weeks ago I included a photo of them on Marshall Tito’s grave.

Just looking at these I can hear my camera whistle. What fun we would have in Morocco and Oman! And there is one bonus door from Sri Lanka because why not. Welcome!

Thank you, Ditka and Katja, on behalf of all door lovers!

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities


Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

27 thoughts on “Thursday Doors 25/5/23: Morocco, Oman, and my last door poem

  1. Lovely doors, Manja. Your and your mother’s friends have a good eye for doors. I wonder if the call of those photos is strong enough to lure you in for a visit.

    You poem captures my feelings about that door very well. I love the photo, and I’m glad Brenda added it to our collection, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

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    1. Hm… I wonder that too. There are so many places where I’d like to go. Thank you, Dan. Mom’s friends are naturals. And I like Brenda’s photo more than living on that top floor, for sure. Her original post with this photo (I link to it under the photo) provides a little basket detail which makes it all much happier.

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  2. Beautiful doors, poetry, and commentary, Manja. Actually, the double ennead is 6/5/11/6/5 per stanza, but as long as you arrive at 99 syllables, it’s all good. I’m thrilled for your kind promotion of the first Around the Campfire Journal. Your kindness is greatly appreciated.

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  3. As usual, a great collection of doors, Manja. There are a couple of things I like about the third floor room. One, it looks like you could hear the rain coming down on the roof. Two, I’d rather listen to me walking on my floor than to listen to someone walking on theirs. Another is you might have a better view. 🙂

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