Through the white door,

A cotton wool cloud sat with a glass of milk.

Through the blue door,

a whale was jumping in the blue sea.

Through the red door,

someone was killed by a gun with red blood.

                     Abstract Rooms

In the room of confusion,

I mistook a hatstand for a heron

And an umbrella for a bony swan.

In the room of anger,

I boiled an egg with my rage.

In the room of greed,

I found a stash of straw spun into gold.

In the room of joy,

The cushions burst into songs of celebration

and the carpet giggled

as the chairs began to dance.

In the room of discovery,

I found a forgotten memory

that I would rather have left

in the dust beneath the sofa.

In the room of slumber,

sleep curled up in the corner

and I heard a faint snore

from the curtains.

In the room of surprises

the kettle began to whistle a tune,

a cheese grater grated its teeth,

and the microwave waved.