Go and open the red, door

maybe you’ll see a field full of poppies,

full of flashing fire

or my heart thumping.

Go and open the pink door,

maybe you’ll see flamingos chatting,

marshmallows dancing

or a sun burnt hippo.

Go and open the blue, door

maybe you’ll fall into the sea,

and land in the sky

or paint your face blue.

Go and open the orange, door

maybe you’ll see

Oranges singing,

orange pencils dancing

or orange paints colouring.

Go and open the white, door

maybe you’ll see doves dancing,

paper singing

or paper towels teaching.

By Julia