Bed Covers

Folded clouds,

rolls of cotton wool

tumbling, tumbling

air-dry fresh,

fly out the flag

and corpse-press it flat.

Plump up the marshmallows,

snuggle down deep,

time for bed,

time for sleep.



I have a ball of magic,

right here in my hand,

and if I wish upon it,

I can create enormous

dunes of sand.


Or whole fields of vibrant poppies

that wave to me in the wind,

and I can even make a robot

by magicking together

my collection of used tins.


Sometimes I sit and wonder,

‘What do I have this power for?’

Then a flood of ideas fill my head

and all I can think of

is creating more!