The mysterious doors
Go and open the emerald door,
maybe you’ll see a tree wrapping itself warmly like a blanket,
a set of pretty leaves
or a tin of peas with a sour stench.
Go and open the bumblebee door,
maybe you’ll see the sun at its highest point,
a banana sitting boredly and waiting to be eaten
or the queen bee stinging people painfully.
Go and open the midnight door,
maybe you’ll see horror lurking as silent as a spider,
pain striking right at your left arm
or divorce ripping rapidly at your heart.
Through the cherry door,
blood dripping from a doll’s mouth,
anger shouting louder than a tiger
hatred blowing through a haunted house.
Through the caramel door,
chocolate melting hotter than the sun,
Y5 and Y6 yearning for conkers.
Through the rosy door,
candy floss connecting through the air,
a flamingo dancing on one leg
tongues telling lots of lies.
Go and open the tangerine door,
maybe you’ll see a bowl of oranges being painted,
a basketball bouncing into the hoop
or a pumpkin staring into your soul.
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