Here is a Door
Here is a door
What is it for?
This curious mysterious
not-here-before door?
It’s the colour of twilight,
As smooth as the sea,
As old as the stars,
And the same height as me.
It has a large doorknob
with a keyhole beneath
and tied on with silk
is a slim twisted key.
What is behind it?
Will it open for me?
Who will I visit?
What will I see?
Key in the keyhole,
Turn the knob round.
The door opens slowly
With a long sighing sound.
Pause for a moment,
Count up to three.
Be brave! Be courageous!
Step out into dreams.
What is it for?
This curious mysterious
not-here-before door?
It’s the colour of twilight,
As smooth as the sea,
As old as the stars,
And the same height as me.
It has a large doorknob
with a keyhole beneath
and tied on with silk
is a slim twisted key.
What is behind it?
Will it open for me?
Who will I visit?
What will I see?
Key in the keyhole,
Turn the knob round.
The door opens slowly
With a long sighing sound.
Pause for a moment,
Count up to three.
Be brave! Be courageous!
Step out into dreams.
This poem is copyright (©) Kathryn Dove 2023

About the Writer
Kathryn Dove
Kathryn writes fiction and poetry for children. She enjoys the alchemy of poetry and seeing how a dash of imagination can transform ordinary life into something surprising and wonderful. She has lived in London and spent a summer working in a small village on the west coast of Scotland. Kathryn now lives with her family in Auckland, New Zealand.