{"id":1628,"date":"2021-01-13T13:22:48","date_gmt":"2021-01-13T13:22:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/?page_id=1628"},"modified":"2021-01-21T14:14:38","modified_gmt":"2021-01-21T14:14:38","slug":"the-door-of-the-present-to-future","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/the-magic-box\/the-door-of-the-present-to-future\/","title":{"rendered":"The Long Corridor"},"content":{"rendered":"

As my fingertips\u00a0<\/span>made<\/span>\u00a0contact with<\/span>\u00a0the doorknob,<\/span>
\nthe long corridor behind me fell away,
\nbri<\/span>ck by brick, piece by piece.\u00a0<\/span>
\nI was floating in space<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

The beautiful, eternal abyss<\/span>\u00a0of space
\nwas forming all around me.
\n<\/span>Nebula, stars and galaxies came rolling into v<\/span>i<\/span>ew,<\/span>
\nas I soared through\u00a0<\/span>the\u00a0<\/span>dark.<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

T<\/span>hen a spiral shaped milky blot<\/span>ch came into view.<\/span>
\nMy heart skipped a beat<\/span>
\nNot for the splendour<\/span>.<\/span>
\nNot for the size.<\/span>
\nBut because I saw a particularly bright star in the\u00a0<\/span>milky blotch, and I knew it was our star.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Our Sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

I glided towards it then to our earth,<\/span>
\nI saw oceans and forests,
\ndeserts and glens,
\nplains and mo<\/span>untains.<\/span><\/p>\n

But as I looked closer,
\n<\/span>I saw islands of plastic,
\nugly brown patches where the r<\/span>ainforest once was,
\ncities and towns engul<\/span>fing the once wild places
\nand cars and factories billowing gas into the sky<\/span>,
\nI cried.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was back in the corridor.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I somehow came to that door again, it appeared where my kitchen door once was.<\/span>
\nIt was the middle of the night when I found it,
\nas I was raiding the fridge,
\nit appeared to be the normal door,
\nand I only realised that it wasn\u2019t when the house fell apart.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead of being far away from earth,
\nI was right there on top of it this time.\u00a0<\/span>
\nI soared around the earth,
\nbut something was different.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I had spent so much time in the geography class,
\nI knew what the earth would look like.<\/span>
\nI realised with a shock;
\nI had travelled to the future.\u00a0<\/span>
\nI knew this because all the continents had moved.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As I glided toward the earth,
\nI noticed something else had c<\/span>hanged,
\nthere were no islands of plastic,
\nno ugly brown patches,
\n<\/span>the cities and towns had stopped growing,
\nand there were no cars or factories spewing out<\/span>\u00a0gas.<\/span><\/p>\n

We had changed.<\/span>
\nFor the better.\u00a0<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

By Robert Grant<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

As my fingertips\u00a0made\u00a0contact with\u00a0the doorknob, the long corridor behind me fell away, brick by brick, piece by piece.\u00a0 I was floating in space. The beautiful, eternal abyss\u00a0of space was forming all around me. Nebula, stars and galaxies came rolling into view, as I soared through\u00a0the\u00a0dark.\u00a0\u00a0 Then a spiral shaped milky blotch came into view. My … Continue reading The Long Corridor<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":10565,"featured_media":1624,"parent":1609,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1628","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1628","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/10565"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1628"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1628\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1716,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1628\/revisions\/1716"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1609"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1624"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1628"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}