Metal Without A Cause

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Camera/FLASH 55!  (posted by Kerry)
“As an added extra to this challenge, you may write a Flash 55 inspired by the photograph, or on a subject of your choice, as we keep the memory of Galen alive, and send our love and support to Hedgewitch, during her time off from hosting.”

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Lines Meeting (1932) Pierre Dubreuil

Keyholes with no keys, or
perhaps there is an invisible
skeleton key. Locks locked in
loops–square, heart-shaped,
one looks like a snowman. Ah,
it appears to be an old age
junkyard for locks and keyholes
beyond repair. They have each
other for company, rusty though
they may be. Wonder what they
converse about.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to Metal Without A Cause

  1. Sherry says:

    I have some keys on my keychain from places now unknown. Cool to wonder what doors they might open.

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  2. Kerry says:

    One does wonder where such a pile of old locks originated from.

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  3. Maybe the only thing sadder that a locked door is a lock without a door.

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  4. Jim says:

    Sara, I love :the (old) locks with no key.” I may have one of those around but I do have a lot of keys with no locks. I can just see yours all sitting around. Perhaps in the park on benches.

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    • Jim says:

      My daughter just returned from Paris with a picture of many locks padlocked around a bridge railing on a bridge over the Seine. Couples place them, each of them keeping a key. The one she and our grandaughter was gone, missing. My comment was “It seems your lock has been picked.” I may use her picture some time.

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  5. oldegg says:

    I agree about the snowman! If only they could talk ofthe many hands that held them as they were locked and unlocked.

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  6. I like the mystery of the beginning, the idea that the key that isn’t in plain sight might be just… invisible (waiting to be found, maybe).

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