A Wooden Door, A Metal Key: Poem

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden
A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.

And secrets that lie behind that blank facade
A building, some windows, my dreams.

I wandered on those blind Parisian streets.
Nobody knew my name
Nobody knew where I came from
I was different, yet still the same.

A wooden door like corpus callosum
Holds my two worlds together
I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee
The buzzing and the hum.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Swan Lake

Perfect! The swans show off their perfect choreography!

Mehndi (Henna)

The intricate designs of mehndi being traced onto a hand.

Paths That Lead Somewhere: Poem

Paths That Lead Somewhere

Paths that lead somewhere; do they know where they go?
Do they think of the pebbles and the thorns
That can wound your feet; do they imagine
Or ever ponder that distances are not the reason
You set out alone: that solitude could have made you
Retrace your steps fast enough if you had known.

If you had known that paths that lead you somewhere
But do not guide you along; sing, sing a lonely song;
That paths are just tracks, trails to be followed
And life is still to be walked along.


Copyright: Rani Turton

Austin Healey 3000

A fabulous car on these paved streets.