#ThursdayDoors ‘Delicious Doors’ #Coffee #Tea #Friendship

If you come inside

You’re sweetest tooth you will delight.


Coffee, tea and cake

All of your worries will take.

If shared with good friends

You’ll find ways to make amends.

In Ice Cream Café

All worries will fly away.

Many of life’s daily worries seem even smaller after a chat with a friend, and if you also share some tea or coffee in a nice coffee shop, perhaps things won’t seem so bad, after all, ‘a problem shared is a problem halved.’

Do pop over to Norm’ Blog, #ThursdayDoors host, to join in or to check out other fabulous doors from around the world!

Hope you’re having a fabulous Thursday!

#ThursdayDoors #Tanka ‘Come inside’ #Haiku ‘Open Doors’

#Tanka Come Inside

Stop, please come inside

and see, the treasures I’ve kept

just for you to see.

Some are carefully hidden,

Surprises await inside.

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I love wandering around the streets of new, and known, towns and cities. I always look out for doors for this challenge!

And because I’m a curious and creative writer, I always wonder what’s beyond an open door…

#Haiku Open Doors

wandering the streets

peeking behind open doors

looking for treasures

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I took the first three photos in Cordoba and the last two in Reinosa, both cities are in Spain.

Do pop over to Norm’s Blog, #ThursdayDoors host, to join in or to check out other fabulous doors from around the world!

Hope you’re having a fabulous Thursday!

 

 

#NaPoWriMo Day 18 ‘Worn not Dead” #poetrymonth #April #Poems #ThursdayDoors

NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 4 poem, Doors, was inspired by Norm 2.0’s weekly challenge, Thursday Doors. Check out his challenge and blog with plenty of inspiring and fabulous doors every week!

Worn not Dead

Worn not Dead,
Weathered not destroyed,
Weary not deceased,
Weak not derelict, 
Wounded not defeated,
Will guard sacred entry,
For months, seasons, years,
And generations to come.

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Writing poetry is like walking through a doorway into your mind and soul. It’s the place where conscious and subconscious images and thoughts melt into rhythmic words and suggestive lines…

#NaPoWriMo Day 11 ‘Chained’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Tanka #ThursdayDoors

NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 4 poem, Doors, was inspired by Norm 2.0’s weekly challenge, Thursday Doors. Check out his challenge and blog with plenty of inspiring and fabulous doors every week!

Chained

Abused, silenced, chained.
Keep out. Forbidden entry.
Private property.
Eyes wide with shock, feet weary,
Weathered. Still sad lips wear smile.

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Writing poetry is like walking through a doorway into your mind and soul. It’s the place where conscious and subconscious images and thoughts melt into rhythmic words and suggestive lines…

#NaPoWriMo Day 4 ‘Doors’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Haiku & #Tanka #ThursdayDoors

NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 4 poem, Doors, was inspired by Norm 2.0’s weekly challenge, Thursday Doors. Check out his challenge and blog with plenty of inspiring and fabulous doors every week!

Doors

Some doors are prisons,

Others are like a fortress,

Some lead to God’s house,

Some are so spooky

Others are very ancient

The best are open

Inviting a short visit

To explore hidden treasures

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Writing poetry is like walking through a doorway into your mind and soul. It’s the place where conscious and subconscious images and thoughts melt into rhythmic words and suggestive lines…

 

 

#ThursdayDoors ‘Alceda’ Cantabria #Spain

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”

― Nelson Mandela

 

The door into the park and river Pas, which runs through it, below

 

Original Door to the Thermal Baths ‘Balneario’ at Alceda dating from 1830s

Modern door to the Thermal Baths and hotel.

Doors to the cubicles and to the doctor’s surgery at the end of the corridor. A thermal bath below.

Nearby church at Ontaneda..

A close up of the main door to the church.

This door. which once led to a mill is now a restaurant which serves delicious local food.

A complete view of the restaurant.

Doors along the main street of Alceda.

Alceda has its own Palace, too, called the Palace of Mercadal . This is the main door.

A side view of the Palace of Mercadal.

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My mother was born here and I used to visit my relatives during the summer holidays, when I was a child.

I still come back every year, or so. There are some new buildings, and some refurbished older buildings, but everything that was there during my mother’s childhood is still standing, and looks (almost) exactly the same.

It feels safe, but eerie, as if time had stopped, only it hasn’t. I have to check in the mirror to make sure I’m no longer a little girl.

You can also rent an apartment in this refurbished country house very near the palace. I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the very modern, glass door, below.

Thursday Doors is a weekly feature on Norm 2.0’s blog, allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon and linking up on Norm’s blog here.

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#ThursdayDoors Basilica of San Pedro, #Cordoba #Spain

I meant to post these pictures of the Basilica of Saint Pedro in Cordoba, on Thursday, 29th June, Saint Peter’s Day, but it was my last day at school before the summer holidays, a bit hectic! Then I went away for a much needed break and had to put it off again. It’s live at last!

Pedro, or Peter was my father’s middle name and 29th June was also his birthday, so, although he died eleven years ago, it’s a day I remember well.

We never had a big celebration because we lived in different countries, and almost different continents, from an early age, but I’d always make sure to phone him and catch up on his birthday.

Front door

Side door

Back door which leads onto a square.

I walk past the church of San Pedro every day on my way to school. Its construction began in the late 13th century and was completed in the early 14th century.

It amazes me how such an ancient building is still an active part of our 21st century cities. People admire it, walk around it, meet there, sit and chat in the square outside its doors, and pray, marry and say their final goodbye to their loved ones within its doors and walls. If they could speak…

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Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon andlinking up on Norm’s blog here.

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