Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)


Cunning threshold

Where green inks

Chiselled stone,

Where whimsey

Herself is enthroned,


Her maidens inches from each path

In imprints of each grown child’s laugh,

A secret garden we may never know

And so, we seek the inner world it fed;

Fertile forests where thoughts are sown

Into primordial seedbeds.


Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

with continuing thanks to Sue Vincent for yet another inspiring #writephoto prompt.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt


  1. Sue Vincent says:

    The last three lines really got me 🙂

    1. antoniazen says:

      🙂 thanks, Sue, the whole poem’s really about those last lines. Good #writephoto prompt again, btw! Much appreciated.

      1. Sue Vincent says:

        thanks, Antonia 🙂

  2. I like what you did here. It makes you think.

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank you Michele ☺️

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