The Door to Nowhere

This is the door to nowhere,
made of brick,
in a thick brick wall.
It has no handle, no knocker or bell.

Don't bother to call - if you knock
you'll graze your knuckle,
and no-one will answer
even the loudest yell.

It is a door,
you can trace its shape,
but this is the door to nowhere,
a folly, a trick.
This is the door to nowhere,
made of brick.

poem © Celia Warren 2013