Poetry writing VH

My Magic Box

I will put in my box

The tick of a clock as it strikes midnight

A drop of blood from an evil vampire

The billowing smoke from a campfire

I will put in my box

The first brush stroke from Picasso

A feather from a baby penguin

Wonder Woman fighting a devil

I will put in my box

The first whimper of a new born baby

A leaping spark from a stingray’s tail

And a frozen smile from an evil witch

I will put in my box

The rumbling belly of a Chinese dragon

The laugh of a lion

And the roar of a hyena

My box is fashioned from water, ice and fire

With rain drops on the lid and shadows in the corners

Its hinges are ankle bones of angels

I shall dance in my box to Michael Jackson

On a wild safari

Then I will wash up on a golden beach the colour of stars

VH