Three doors
closed and probably locked.
One red, one white and one blue
the colours, locks and letterboxes'
are all that are to be viewed.
I know not of who live there
or what happens behind these closed doors
strangers going about their lives
as I go about my own -
I sense calmness behind the red
imagining a house but not a home
maybe one or two people live there
or maybe they just visit a place to go,
the white house alarms me
a shiver down its hinges
I feel fear with the unnerving faded sight
a letter box just too gold for comfort,
I feel drawn to the blue one
warmth hits me as I pass it
imagining laughter and love radiating through
a safe place behind a wooden lock.
Three doors
closed and probably locked
one red, one white and one blue
the colours, the locks and letterboxes'
are all that are to be viewed.
