During lockdown, room 20 children have been thinking about what could be lurking behind doors.

They have used their senses and applied skills learned in literacy last term to create succinct poems that create great images for their readers.

My Magic Doors

I opened the bathroom door and smelt . . . nose sniffing soap:
drifting smells of mango, pineapple and coconut,
just like a calm tropical island.

I opened the garage door and heard . . . clutters and bashes of metal:
flying petrol everywhere, a car getting ready to drive out,
it sure was quite a sputter in there.

I opened the fridge door and tasted . . . spongy cake:
dancing on my tongue,
heavily flavoured with fruit and sprinkles.

I opened the shop door and saw . . . hordes of people:
rushing to get all their supplies,
pushing and shoving, grabbing all the toilet paper they don’t need.

I opened the truck door and felt . . . a breeze of fresh air:
stepping out of the truck, nearly falling down,
the sun, blaring in my eyes.

by Hayden (year 6)

My Magic Doors

I opened the oven door and smelt . . . burnt cup-cakes:
tickling my nose,
like a million fire flies.

I opened the pantry door and heard . . . trickling of fine sugar:
reminding me of an old giant hour glass,
that I found in the attic of my granny’s house, big and dusty.

I opened the freezer door and tasted . . . melted ice cream
pouring into my mouth,
on a hot summer day.

I opened the dog house door and saw . . . a big fluffy cat:
sleeping on the dog’s blanket,
with a cheeky grin.

I opened the garage door and felt . . . thin spider webs:
sticking to my face,
like little strings from a hot glue gun .

by Anais (year 5)

My Magic Doors

I opened my room door and smelt . . . the perfect milo:
sitting on my spotless desk ,
being as stiff as a board

I opened the cat door and heard . . . the cute cat:
running from my spine-tingling sister,
trying to grab it.

I opened the pantry door and tasted . . . the sickly coco pops:
bubbling in my bowl,
as if a witch made a sugary concoction.

I opened the shower door and saw . . . droplets of flaming water:
looking like the rain,
but volcanic.

I opened the gate door and felt . . . the squashy grass:
comforting me in a way,
I could just lie there forever.

By Sam (year 5)

My Magic Doors

I opened the pantry door and smelt . . . chocolate brownie:
tickling the back of my nose,
like a long black feather.

I opened the tiny door and heard . . . a mouse squeak:
piercing my ears,
like my little sister screaming.

I opened the shop door and tasted . . . candy:
popping in my throat,
like a million bees stinging.

I opened the vault door and saw . . . shimmering gold:
sparkling like the stars,
on a crisp clear night.

I opened the fridge door and felt . . . the cold air on my face:
blowing like the mountains,
on a cold winter's day.

by Harrison (year 5)

My Magic Doors

I opened the restaurant door and smelt . . . distinctive spice:
tickling my sensitive nose,
burning like fire.

I opened the kennel door and heard . . . noisy rumbles:
scaring me senseless,
created by a tiny little dog.

I opened the cafe door and tasted . . . zesty citrus scone:
stimulating my taste buds,
to dance a joyful jig.

I opened the P.E.shed door and saw . . . a twinkling new hockey stick:
grabbing my attention,
like a colourful butterfly.

I opened the train door and felt . . . an explosion of wind:
whipping me off my feet,
like an eruption from a volcano.

by Toby (year 6)