The House With The Red Door Poem by Lindy Jean Kleinhans

BY LJK

The house with the red door made me wonder.
What was behind it, a life turned to sunder
Outsiders wanting to peek inside
A servitude of people wanting to hide

The house with the red door made me wonder
What goes beyond, what lies yonder
So mysterious and so unkept
Not like most houses where I've slept

The house with the red door opened slightly today
Frail little hands were on display
I couldn't tell if it was child or crone
The secrecy of things unknown

The very next day it was painted black
What's even worse was the guarded plaque
Inscriptions in another language
As all intruders they will vanquish

What a peculiarity!
Someone must have spied on me
For sometime back I tried to peek
And found myself to be a sneak

The house with the black door took a darker turn
I thought it's best that it should burn
The crows were hovering all around
a black magic warning, without any sound.