Go and open the crimson door,
you might see ruby upon ruby
chanting to be taken.
Go open the corn-coloured door
maybe you will see a sponge
scrubbing all the germs away.
Go open the pickle -colouerd door
maybe pickles with little legs
will chase you out.
Go open the tiger-coloued door
maybe you will see
a calming sun set dragging you though.
Go open the magenta door
maybe a
flamingo will be born.
Through the iris door,
life blossomed while weeds infected the land.
Through the sea foam door,
devine dolphins danced in delight.
Through the onyx door,
Webs hung from corner to corner like bunting,
imprisoning life.
Go and open the red door,
maybe you will see
a dragon digging up forgotten bones of humans.
Go and open the green door,
you might see
wildlife nibbling nuts.
Go and open the yellow door,
maybe you will see
rotten bananas bellowing ”eat me” ”eat me”.
Go and open the orange door,
and you might see
a fire that no fireman can put out.
Go and open the blue door,
maybe you will see
the ocean crashing crabs against the rocks.
Go through the ash door.
Maybe you’ll taste the fresh scent of an unsolved fire.
Go through the sapphire door.
Maybe you’ll hear the soothing sigh of the sea.
Go through the magenta door.
Maybe you’ll see a pool of dripping ink, a hot cheek and a sad smile.
Go through the mocha door.
Maybe you’ll feel the fragile face of an eternal grandfather clock.
Go through the emerald door.
Maybe you’ll taste the cool droplets of the rain.
Go through the shadow door.
Maybe you’ll here long lost voices that you wish you’d forgotten.
Through the gingerbread brown door,
i saw an old lady,
baking for her grandchildren.
Through the rose red door,
blood dripped all over the walls , was I going to die?
Through the bubblegum pink door,
it was sticky and felt like glue.
Through the Lilac purple door,
a giant lavender pot called me too a look.
Through the Arctic blue door,
polar bears came closer wanting fish.
Through the midnight black door,
bats hung from the ceiling with eyes peering through me.
So just open the door,
secrets lie inside.
Go and open the door
the one with the markings spelling IMAGINATION,
and maybe you will see a world full of colour and life.
Or will you see an abyss of nothing.
Go and open the door
the one that is painted a tiger orange,
you could see a silent sunset sinking slowly, retreating below the horizon.
Go and open the door
the one that has silver birch panels
and maybe there will be a forest full of foxes, deer and birds.
Go and open the door
the one that is painted as white as a graceful dove,
maybe you will become an albino dolphin, swimming in the sea of endless clouds.
Go and open the door
the one painted like a zebra
you will see a gleaming light in the room of darkness.
Go and open the final door
the one that is a different colour depending on who looks at it,
and you will see whatever you want.
Go through the tawny door,
Maybe you’ll see a highland cow,
shaking its fur in the rain.
Go open the ink door,
Maybe you’ll see someone’s ashes,
where they’ve took there last step.
Go open the pineapple door,
Maybe you’ll see someone laying out butter,
on dads burnt toast.
Go open the brunette door,
maybe you’ll see a fire flaming steak.
Go and open the ingot door,
maybe you’ll see someone’s prized possession ready to be stolen
Go and open the tortilla door,
maybe you’ll step inside Weston-Super-Mare and they sweet smelling donuts.
Go and open the crimson door,
maybe you’ll see a warning sign saying do not enter if you dare.
Through the mint door,
a packet of forgotten polos
rolled around on the dusty shelf.
Stepping through the shamrock door,
I stood in a field of four leaf clover
and hopefully I will have good luck.
Through the lemon door,
my little eyes squinted at the sour flavour.
Through the fire door,
my snowman felt colder by the second.
Go and open the door.
Maybe, you’ll see a cold fire
crackling it’s usual tune.
Go and open the door.
Maybe, you’ll see KTM dirt bike
whizzing round racing tracks.
Go and open the door.
Maybe, you’ll see desperate children
waiting to be let out, as if they were a dog.
Go and open the door.
Maybe, you’ll see a child moaning
about what he wants for tea.
Go and open the door.
Maybe, you’ll see a your homework hovering right
underneath your nose,
whilst whispering the sums.
Go and open the door.
Maybe, you’ll see a graveyard
crawling from head to foot with spiders.
Just go and open the door.
At least there’ll be some sun.
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