unfurl the cardboard tubes haul up the old honey jars
place them in a row on the well-worn table
in order of colour or order of shape
do they shrink with a tap do they froth from the top
which one is your delicacy of choice
now offer a hand feel it slither across the fingers
a temporary burn or just-melted ice
when was it when you assembled this story
take your selection let night tumble in
the tale stirring the curtains rising
a dream of sleep and fabricated magic
Written: September 2019. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. I am currently working ******* my university manuscript, so poems will not be uploaded frequently to HP until the start of next year. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.