The poem of the unknown gate
Photography & Poetry by author.

The Unknown Gate

I pass this gate everyday
And wonder what lurks behind,
Mysteries and secrets I imagine
To know the answer I am resigned.

The latch is shackled the gate is high
A stone fortress for reasons unknown,
Gates are made to keep one in or out,
or to simply be secluded and alone.

I keep passing by this unknown gate
It is never opened or unlocked,
I often wondered who would answer
if I simply stopped and knocked.

The stone is cracked,grey and cold,
Is the gate ever opened or closed?
The paint chipped door and wild ivy
look unsightly as neglect is exposed.

Who or what will reveal the truth
the old story or future fate,
Who or what holds the secret key
to what lies behind the unknown gate?

©Shelley Costello 2006