So here's a poem I did a while back (actually it was started during an exercise at a day at St Deniols) based on another poem by some chap whose name I have forgotten (Marian if you ever read this perhaps you could put a comment as to who that was please). Anyway, this is actually one of my personal favourites and it's in the Dark Poem book as well, (and just to sex it up a bit for the blog I've added a picture!).
Enchanted Box
In my enchanted box
I’d squeeze in delights of all kinds.
Whispered words of comfort,
a hint that fairies are true,
a glimpse of tomorrow’s results.
A frozen spider’s web
Seen from a warm bed of downy quilt.
A small space reserved for the one word that makes people smile.
A slot for the walkway to the moon
And a switch for free power to the world.
My box is mahogany brown
With cracks filled with fragments of time
It jaunts on a fancy, on a whim
And knows just where I want to be.
Leave a comment please, good or bad, I'm a big fella and can take it!
2 comments:
I enjoyed that, I thought all your stuff was horror based (frown grimace and cross legs etc).
Of course you'll never know unless you buy the book! The link is in the blog on the right hand side.
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