Poetic Writing- Doors
We had to do some Poetic Writing based on Doors so here’s Mine-
Slowly I creep up the long passage way towards the huge double doors that seem as though they are a million miles away. Many thoughts rush through my head as though they are race cars at a speedway, following and chasing each other as fast and hurriedly as possible around and around in the small space of my head. Giant white pillars off to my left with horizontally striped bumps gradually growing bigger at the bottom and thin, parallel bumps running vertically up and down each of the five pillars. Light shines through each gap between the tall pillars just the same as the early morning sun shining through the windows when you first get up. Fascinated I looked around at the place a bit more, I noticed the roof, it was a plain but gleaming white, so spotlessly clean you wouldn’t even mind eating off it. Chandeliers hang precisely off the roof, glass beads made into many chains hang down off each of the chandeliers with glowing cream candles surrounding them marvellously. Gleaming pearl tiles hide under my feet with a clip clop sound happening with each slow-motion step I sneak. Doors after doors with about a metre of white wall between each, the shining rays of light give each wall a chilly feeling and a cold light blue tint. A chilly feeling shot through me when I looked back towards the front wall and the main door as if an icy cold knife was being run down my back. Magnificently a slightly pearl coloured frame surrounds solid and glistening double doors, the stunning white twinkling from the light almost seems to blind me. Incredible designs made from indents in the glossy wooden doors seem to make it even more splendid and appealing. Handles of gold coloured metal in the shapes of italic S’s sit patiently below the locks as if they are just waiting to get turned. The door seemed as if it was just staring at me, enticing me to come closer and closer, still I just kept creeping forward, as silent and stealthily as a snake. Cautiously I snuck up to the sparkling door and tried to peer through the tiny key hole, sadly it didn’t work. Carefully I lifted my hand towards the door handle, thoughts and questions entered my mind, ‘What is behind here?’ ‘Should I be opening it?’ Freezing metal suddenly connected with my fingers and shivered down my spine. Nervously I tried to pull open the door, there were shouts from children and parents chatting as if I had been in a parallel universe and just stepped back into the real world. Gradually I sat up wondering where I was, then it clicked like a light bulb turning on.
It was all just a dream and I was still sitting casually on the wooden bench at the Park.
