Poetry writing AF

My Magic Box

I shall put in my box

The gentle rub of a genie's lamp, 

A grey cloud from a stormy day, 

The last tick of a cuckoo clock.

I shall put in my box

A whisper from a dying soul, 

The first taste of a red-coloured poppadom, 

Salt from a dried out sea.

I shall put in my box

Three golden stars from the night sky,

The scent of a yellow daffodil on a calm spring day, 

The last sound from Michael Jackson.

I shall put in my box

The last grain of sand from a deserted beach, 

The first bite of a chocolate Easter egg,

Everlasting despair from a tortured prisoner.

My box is fashioned from wood, metal and glass

With dragons on the lid and fire in the corners.  

Its hinges are the scales of a golden brown dragon.

I shall swim in my box           

through the untamed water of the bright blue Pacific Ocean,

then explore a grassy, green forest        

on a giant grey elephant.  

AF