The strange doors
Go and open the slimy green door,
Maybe you’ll see a gooy monster lurking
Or the sickness off atomic liquid
and poison ivy ready to devour your soul.
Go and open the lavender door,
there may be jars of scents
Or valentine chocolates of lavender designs
And lavender washing liquid sweetening your dearest clothes.
Go and open the cadmium door,
With fresh barbecued corn being buttered for taste
Or the joyfulness of busy bees creating sweet thick honey
And a yellow pool of lemon juice.
Go and open the atomic tangerine door,
Flying pumpkins carved to perfection
Or the blending of orange juice pouring into satisfaction
And atomic orange crystals shimmering from the blended oranges.
Go and open the cobalt door,
The depression of lost family an friends
Or jewellery worn to amazement and jealousy
Intensifying looks haunting the colour.
Go and open the flaming door,
Firing phoenix flapping in lava
Or hot peppers flaming one’s tongue
and aggravation from smog infested air.
Go and open the purple aurored door,
Imagination of midnight skies with amethyst northern lights
Or gentle waves of purple unimaginable relaxation
And furiously bright cloaks for wizards.
Go and open the caramel door,
Milky making of delicious twixes flavouring your mouth
Or happiness to wait for sweet caramel to melt on your tongue
And caramelised popcorn with a sad movie.