The weather is so hot that it’s too hot to do anything except write a very short poem. This photo of a door inspired it. If you don’t like it, blame the blasted fifth heatwave we’re enduring here in London.
Behind the Door

Behind the door
where Christmas trees
go
in store
Behind the door
where Christmas trees
don’t grow
any more
—Lesley Scoble, August 2026
Acknowledgements
Written for Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee #353.
Thank you Sadje, for your inspirational #WDYS prompts
Image Credit; Istiaque Hossain @ Pexels
And thank you, dear reader, for being here.








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