Enigma (Thursday Doors)
“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
Stephen Chbosky (b. 1970), The Perks of Being a Wallflower
We had nowhere to go
and so we constructed a doorway
Before us, the entire world
scaffolded by our dreams
A mirror that reflected the sun
opening each new morning
A shadowed hush glowing
inside of every afternoon
And what of now?
Should we open the door?
But look at what grows around it,
because of it—the mystery
that fills what is possible
with the metamorphosis of light
I first noticed this rooftop doorway last March–I don’t know how long it’s been there, but that’s the first photograph I took of it on the top left. The photo on the right was taken this week. I kept watching it–was it a doorway? Or perhaps a trellis, waiting for some vines?

I continued watching it, and taking more photos. A chimney? But there’s a hole in the center, through which you can see the greenery behind. I enjoyed the way the light shone through and made shadows in the afternoon. Perhaps there are benches on the other side. It has many possibilities.
And there are many kinds of doorways.
This week I finally decided I needed to walk to the next block and photograph the brownstone the rooftop belonged to. It’s the one on the left, above. But I had to include the one beside it because of the vines gone wild, and the interesting stairway up to the front door. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like that before.
Above are the doors to the brownstone on the left, the one with the mystery rooftop door. It was built in the late 1800s, designed by William Baker, and seems to be a private home.
It was hard to get a good photo of the front door on the house with the vines, but I really like the downstairs door ironwork, and the way the door is tucked between the two staircases. This house was built at the same time, but designed by the architecture firm of Rossiter and Wright. It’s a three unit co-op.
My poem was written for this week’s W3 prompt, where Deepthy provided the quote at the top as inspiration. Perfect for a mysterious rooftop door.
And, as always, look for more doors at Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.






Hi Kerfe, a lovely poem for this intriguing prompt. The doors are fabulous
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Thanks Robbie. I think so too.
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Wow! Kerfe, this is an amazing post. That mysterious rooftop door is beautiful, but it does make you wonder. I love your poem. I think you captured that spirit well. I love the lower door with the ironwork grill. It looks like it was carved out of the native stone before the buildings were built. Great photos!
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Thanks Dan. You’re right, it looks like the buildings were put up around it. It needs a story…(I’ll have to remember to submit this door for the next writing challenge)
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Yes! Please do.
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Wow! This might be my favorite door/poem combo from you. The poem is a perfect response to the W3 prompt and to the intriguing structure on the roof.
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Thanks D. Definitely a serendipitous pairing.
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How intriguing. Love the poem and all the beautiful doors.
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Thanks VJ. The world is mysterious in so many ways.
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It is! You are welcome
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Wow what beautiful pictures you have taken, Kerfe and inspiring story behind each door. Loved your poem too. Awesome.
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Thanks Kamal. There’s always a story.
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Yes absolutely true Kerfe. Always welcome 🤗
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Splendid pictures as always. That first couplet is a great opening.
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Thanks Melissa. A gift from the poetry goddess.
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This is one my new favorites of yours–the poem and the mysterious doors. It does look like the rooftop one could be some sort of shelter (or portal 😉). That stairway and the ivy are so fascinating, too.
Wonderful opening lines to your poem.
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Thanks Merril. It’s definitely a portal, I’m sure of it.
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You’re welcome, Kerfe. It does look it!
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I guess the phrase is, “you out-found yourself” this week. Almost a visual “cento”, you didn’t make it, but gold star for finding it. Yea, to everything you said – how odd cities are. Looking under a rock, does that apply? But especially the ivy face, how amazing and organically fanciful is that? Good finds Kerfe. Thanks. (poem too, yep)
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Thanks Neil. Odd indeed. That ivy definitely has a life of its own!
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Wonderful poem. I love the imagery of the door as entrance to “the world”
The lines:
“…the entire world
scaffolded by our dreams…”
-spectacular imagery and well penned!
The doors are all fabulous. That rooftop door is quite unique with the archway and the hole in the center…seems like something out of a fairytale.
Great sharing Kerfe!
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A fairytale–that’s exactly right! Thanks Suzette.
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These Thursday Doors are so amazing. Anita
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Love photo’s & poem
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Thanks Lori.
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These are amazing. Those mad vines look lovely… I think. I love the way the steps curve. It’s so unusual.
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Thanks Gloria. I do love the look of the vines, but not sure I would want to live behind them! And the steps, I agree, are really unique.
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Kerfe, so many of your poems suck me in with the very first line or two, and this one is no exception ~ it’s just a wonderful idea… Love this.
❤
David
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Thanks David. The prompt was just right for these doors.
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hi, Kerfe!
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved and loving Selma, is now live:
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
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Thanks David.
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You’ve outdone yourself with the doors this week, Kerfe! I just love the rooftop door/trellis/optical illusion/whatever it is.
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Thanks Liz. Yes, whatever it is, it’s wonderful.
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You’re welcome, Kerfe.
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I love where the quote took you Kerfe
‘…the entire world,
scaffolded by our dreams’ a beautiful creation 💕
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Thanks Ange.
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I love the ͏idea of the doorway as a symbol of hope and poss͏ib͏il͏ity. It rem͏inds me that someth͏ing new and exc͏it͏ing ͏is always wa͏it͏ing for me ͏if I’m w͏ill͏ing to step through the door. I th͏ink the mystery around the doorway ͏is what makes ͏it so un͏ique. The poss͏ib͏il͏ity of what could be on the other s͏ide keeps us com͏ing back. Your poem made me th͏ink about the world ͏in a new way. I also loved all your photographs from New York, espec͏ially the door with ͏ironwork. 🌹 👍👌😊
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Fabulousness. The photos and the poem too. A lovely fit to the prompt. Xo
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Thanks Selma.
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‘M pleasure
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a fascinating door and building!
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It is! Thanks Muri.
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And the poem is amazing too. I was posting in the wee hours of the morning and I try not to read any of the W3 poems until I’ve posted (so I don’t get discouraged by all the talent)…
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It’s true that there are always opportunities if we seek them. I love the portal made of vines!
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Thanks Ingrid.
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Love these ‘dome doors’ – and the light, as you say! Also your words. Beautiful.
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Thanks Bela. Light creates magic.
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Such beautiful doors! I love that you provide a side of New York I would’ve never considered. It’s so much more beautiful and interesting than I expected.
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Thanks Melanie. I think every place contains much more than we see from the outside looking in.
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Definitely! It’s nice to find people like you that give us that view.
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Thursday Doors is a good place to visit people all over the world. That’s one thing I like about it.
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I can’t say anything much that others haven’t already said. Your poetry is beautifully crafted, and your photos really illustrate how intrinsic to a door are what leads up to it (like the scaffolding of dreams, I suspect). The stairways are certainly part of the enigma. A lovely post.
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Thank you! It’s true, a door is always part of its context.
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Beautiful poem, Kerfe. Exquisite door photos, as always.
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Thanks Bela. The world is full of mysteries.
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