White Doors Something’s not right with this room, where one door opens and another swings on its hinges, each giving onto the next room, and the next, multiplied as in a mirror, each door differing slightly in its brass hardware, the design of its rectangular compartments, blank as photo albums stripped of their images. The frame of one door wavers at the edges, like stiff paper thrown into a flame, while another reveals itself as a drapery of doors, a stack of identical white entrances or exits, accordion-folded, a book of lives standing on edge, eternally ajar in the dusty back room of the afterlife. Robbi Nester This poem was written as part of the Ekphrastic Halloween surprise challenge. Robbi Nester frequently writes ekphrastic poetry, and particularly enjoys such challenges as these. She is the author of three books of poetry, an ekphrastic chapbook, Balance (White Violet, 2012), and two collections of poetry, A Likely Story (Moon Tide, 2014) and Other-Wise (Kelsay, 2017). She has also edited two anthologies of poetry, The Liberal Media Made Me Do It! (Nine Toes, 2014) and an ekphrastic e-anthology, Over the Moon: Birds, Beasts, and Trees--celebrating the photographs of Beth Moon. She has published poetry in many journals and anthologies, including this one, and has poems forthcoming in Pirene's Fountain, Cimarron Review, Muddy River Review, and Negative Capability.
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