Poetry

The Magician’s Bedroom

A box of playing cards, premium print.

A corseted top hat with deep red hints.

A box of chips, yet no bag.

A unicorn doll, still with tag.

A mountain made from clothes

including socks with holes at the toes.

Cables, cables, wires and more!

A discarded table on the floor.

Three water bottles, sloshing about

Guarded well from being thrown out.

And peeking carefully into the gloom,

a wary guest too frightened to enter the room.

 

Poetry

My favourite things

Brilliant crisp snow and frost covered berries,

Footprints that mark out our path and adventures,

Robins that flit from bush to tall tree,

seeing all of these things makes me happy as can be!

 

When the storm hits,

when the bills come,

when I miss that call,

I simply go off to my memory bank,

and then I don’t feel

so small!