If I Were A Door –
Unhinged I’d be. Every breeze
and leaf and stranger that wandered
by given free leave and entrance
to my rooms and halls. I’d invite
rainbows to enter through my bevelled
glass, to dance on walls and polished floors,
colours to marvel and adore. And I’d welcome
in sunlight, bright as a summer noon,
and stretch shadows long as mid-June days.
If I were a door, I’d surely be unhinged.
Poetic Asides prompt# 205: “If I were …”