What can be more intriguing than a studded gothic door with a Medieval door lock found inside the Evangelical Church Sibiu as well as a story – how else! – for the exciting Thursday Doors weekly challenge.
We first spotted the intriguing Evangelical Church as we strolled around Huet Square. And we sill most definitely return to climb its narrow stone staircase all the top, to the four little towers with their historical significance.
Meanwhile, let’s see a studded gothic door with an intricate medieval door lock. This studded door opens from the narthex into the lateral (southern) nave of the Evangelical Church of Sibiu:
And its twin, opening into the northern transept:
We can step closer to admire the wood paneling and the heart shaped key of the first door:
And stepping sideways as well, to check the side and the back of the door. And, surprise, surprise!
Putting on my glasses 🙂
A gothic poem for this old door, now that we all admired it
The door, oh, how it creaks and groans,
Patricia Furstenberg – This Gothic Door
a gothic entry to unknown zones.
Warm wooden planks, but worn and old,
a tale of history, long lost, untold.
Its hinges shriek, a haunting sound
as if the door was cursed and bound
to keep its secrets locked inside,
to leave the curious ones to bide. But look,
its lock has caught your eye and draws you in,
your hand stretched out to touch,
and feel, and probe, and spin, and brush
past It, a thing, of intricate design.
A masterpiece. Iron divine,
yet mystery to all who pry
and seek to know what lies inside.
Oh, what horrors could this door contain?
What secrets hidden from the sane,
what madness lurks behind its pane
and beckons those who heed its call?
The door, a symbol of unknown,
of fears, fantasies, our own,
a gateway to the darkest dreams,
to terrors that within us teems…
stands tall. Awaits. Impatient.
So, let it creak and let it groan,
this gothic door of wood and iron-stone
for it guards dark secrets tight,
mute nightmares that within us fight.
Until next time when we’ll visit Small Square in Sibiu or maybe climb the seven-level tower of Evangelical Church, enjoy another historical tale, Under the Sign of the Four Turrets, a 100-word story from Sibiu, similar to the historical tales in my latest book release, Dreamland.
That is an interesting door. As I looked at the pictures your poem speaks my thoughts far better than my mind. Beautiful and haunting.
Thank you, Miss Judy. Yes, a door that often gets overlooked as one would aim for the front of the church, and the altar, and rush along narrow corridors.
Interesting thought. Because aI wrote the poem, I heard the words before my mind could churn them.
Happy for your visit.
That door is a poem in itself. No wonder it inspired you. Love your poem. It has an alert rhythm, in cadence with the drumming of one’s apprehensive heart. Well done!
That’s a great door, yes. One of many to stare at inside the Evangelical Church.
Ah, I am thrilled you felt that rhythm. I said it out loud in the end and nearly scared myself.
Thank.you, Miss Judy. Yes, a door that often gets overlooked as one would aim for the front of the church, and the altar, and rush along narrow corridors.
Interesting thought. Because aI wrote the poem, I heard the words before my mind could churn them.
Happy for your visit.
A very nicely balanced poem that fits a nicely balanced door.
Thank you so much, Daniel.
I love your poem, Patricia, and I studied the close-up of that lock for a while, trying to figure out how it works. Teamed with the beautiful doors, this was a most enjoyable post.
Ah, I should have jiggle the lock a bit and make a video!
Next time 😉
Thank you, Dan. My Small Square blog post wasn’t finished, luckily I remembered this door. Ha,. t slipped the queue!
I LOVE old doors! Thanks for sharing.
They have so many stories to tell!
Thank you for visiting.