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.
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Tag: making
Magic!
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!
