Poetry writing JT

My magic box

I will put in the box

Joy bursting out of a child’s mind,

The frozen smile of a gruffalo,

The steam from a cold winter’s night.

I will put in the box

A nightmare from a terrified soldier,

A tick from the first golden clock,

The burnt feather of a weeping arch angel.

I will put in the box

The memory of a leprechaun jumping over the rainbow,

The beat of a mammoth’s heart,

The laughter of the oldest hyena.

I will put in the box

The voice of a beating drum,

The hideous head of slithery Medusa,

A poem spoken in an unknown language.

My box is crafted from a meteor’s shell,

placed like a jigsaw puzzle with nightmares on the lid and magic in the corners.

I shall go snowboarding in my box

on high winter hills breathing the steam from the cold winter night.

Then I will end up watching the northern lights in the cold winter chill.

JT