The Enchanted Emporium

Chapter 2

As soon as he arrived, he left. Hazel’s mind was spinning with questions, who was that mysterious person? Where had he gone? Since Hazel was not allowed to touch the gold entwined book she kept on looking. She found it hard to concentrate with the glowing book in the corner of her eye, she could not take anything in properly. Hazel found herself walking to the other side of the shop to take her mind off it . Despite this, her head still turned around to glimpse at the overpowering book. Just a second had passed,  before her legs were encouraging her to step forwards a little more.

As soon as her fingers bounced onto the cover, a tingle went up her arms and filled her with an embellishing glow. Her face widened. In the corner of her eye, something darted across the walls, she turned around cautiously. Hazel didn’t see anything but what she did see was rows upon rows of doors. Who would need that many doors? It was not time for that though because without warning she found her hand reaching for the feather and dipping it gently into the jade ink. 

Within long, Hazel had written the most majestic piece of writing ever! She had written about her most wanted dream but what next? What does she do with it? Out of the blue, a kingfisher positioned itself on Hazel’s shoulder and tweeted: “Come with me.” Without even thinking, she followed the kingfisher as if in a trance.

She stepped into a room through a door where sunlight beamed down through the remaining cracks through the thick forest. Stepping stones were placed in front of her upon a carpet of pine. Immediately, she jumped from one to another. It was a matter of time before she had reached a clearing through the forest. Then, to her amazement, a cottage appeared, with ivy crawling up the side of it and flowers sprouting from the ground joyously. Hazel started running towards it…

Go and open the rose door,

Maybe there are flames looming above you,

A field full to the brim of poppies,

Or rubies encrusted around trees.

Go and open the marigold door,

Maybe there is honey oozing out from the seems,

Tangerine peel scattered across the ground,

Or one thousand apricot trees before you.

Go and open the bumblebee door,

Maybe there will be the sun beaming down at you,

Dandelions swaying gently in the breeze,

Or canaries swooping down.

Go and open the olive door,

Maybe there will be parakeets singing peacefully,

Ferns besieging your wildest dreams,

Or mint ice cream cooling you down. 

Go and open the cerulean door,

Maybe there will be the navy marching towards you,

Lakes gently lapping onto sure,

Or a wave of sapphires clashing against each other.

Go and open the periwinkle door,

Maybe there will be grapes ripe to pick,

Lovely smelling lavender,

Or Boysenberries sour then ever.

The ice room

In the room of ice,

Hail blizzards sweep away any thoughts.

Flickers of sun are nothing but a dream,

When everything is like ice cream.

New buds are a sign of spring everywhere,

But our room is practically a nightmare.

When rivers lakes and ponds are frozen,

You have to remember that it was not easily chosen.

It is not good when there is no food on your tongue but remember,

Life still goes on.

For you will be delighted to know,

That there will be no freezing snow,

In SUMMER!