Narnia

I wrote two poems to this picture prompt yesterday. See them below.

Fingers trailing

Along the rail

She walked

Upstairs

Lost in

Old memories

Her childhood

The years

Spent here

During the war.

Lucy ran upstairs

Excitedly

Searching

For a wardrobe

Ignoring shouts

To be quiet

On the top floor

At the end of

The corridor

There it was

She pulled

The handle

And stepped inside

A warm breeze

Washed over her face

Smiling

She walked forward

Into Narnia...