Between what’s real
and make believe
A narrow pass,
a jagged arch
Always open,
but hard to see
Through these cold stones,
to soft green leaves
A hidden view on the grounds of Blarney Castle, Ireand
Photo (2009) and Words (2014) by: c.b.w.
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c.b.w. 2014
C.B. Wentworth 
I love just these types of pictures, of found spaces! They seem to me to be entrances to a world filled with magic.
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These are just the sort of places you find when you wander away from the tour group. 🙂 While they were waiting in line to kiss the Blarney Stone, I found magic in multiple places.
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Love hidden views. Great poem!
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Thanks! 🙂
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This is so lovely … I have no words.. !
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Thanks! If only we all had a place like this in our back yards! 🙂
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I really enjoy your perspective…gorgeous image!! 🙂
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Thanks so much! I’m always looking for a door or a window when I travel. I don’t know why, but they intrigue me. 🙂
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I can see why…they’re very metaphorical as well. 🙂 Keep it up…I enjoy every post!
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🙂
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