THE SUMMER OF HER


a one-eyed
rocking horse
pommel less

his golden tail
long since shed
cracked paint wrinkles

held captive
in an attic
tethered with cobwebs

enormous cobwebs
worthy of
a Dracula's castle

a kite
torn at the heart
lolls in a corner

gazing at the window
pining for it's great
windy days

battles fought
with long gone
skies

a doll's tea set
minus spoons
that baby ate

later reemerging
in her poo
we all fascinated

sister who hadn't seen
the original eating
repulsed at how spoons are made

insists on
eating her Weetabix
with a fork

an eyeless doll
leaking sawdust
through a fatal tear

the doll her doll
old enough now
to be her sister

in the soon to be
summer of her
66th year