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
