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The Door<\/strong><\/p>\n There is no door.<\/p>\n How then to make an entrance? But there is a door.<\/p>\n One essential entrance, <\/p>\n Sally Long<\/strong> has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of East London and is a PhD student at Exeter. She has had poems published in magazines including Agenda, Haiku Quarterly, Ink, Sweat and Tears, London Grip, Snakeskin<\/em> and has work forthcoming in Poetry Salzburg Review. Sally edits Allegro Poetry Magazine<\/a> and is a member of Ver Poets.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Door There is no door. How then to make an entrance? Perhaps a dramatic appearance; enter angel stage left, maybe flying in through the open window, or else strolling, nonchalant from the garden, surprising her as she sits at peace on the portico. But there is a door. One essential entrance, the threshold […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[139],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9913","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9913","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9913"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23645,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9913\/revisions\/23645"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPerhaps a dramatic appearance;
\nenter angel stage left,
\nmaybe flying in
\nthrough the open window,
\nor else strolling,
\nnonchalant
\nfrom the garden,
\nsurprising her as she sits
\nat peace on the portico.<\/p>\n
\nthe threshold and boundary
\nbetween two spheres,
\nwhere space is shrunk,
\ntime and eternity
\ncollapsed into one,
\nthe passage between
\nearth and heaven
\nflung wide open
\nby her words.<\/p>\n