Why would i want
To look outside?
At the bleak grey
Dreary day
On a wet, and rainy Saturday
So i keep my roller blind
Down
And thus hope
I do not drown
Within the isolation
Of my boudoir
Where-in
Lies a myriad of colours
Of objects d'art
And a multitude
of
Ethereal beings
Each frozen in a moment
Wings a flutter
Or ready to fly
To carry me off
To their worlds of fancy
In the distant emerald sky
I have witches, and dragons
And mermaids too
Unicorns, and tall-tailed cats
Herds of elephants, and a hullabaloo
And a glass dolphin
On the crest of a wave
And a large metal snail
Looking ever so brave!
Pictures galore, adorn my wlls
Along with scribblings, and a meandering of memories
I love them all, mostly...
Old fashioned cameras
No longer in use
I take photo's of
And wonder of what they saw.
Also dusty brass lanterns
And books, some over 200 years old
And a disconnected radiator
To keep out the cold
But that's another story, never to unfold
Sentimental cards, hanging from the ceiling
Supported by a piece of string
And that kind of thing
A pewter teapot 150 years old
Pewter sugar shakers, and measures
Of histories untold
So why would i want to venture out?
Where the clouds leak onto my every doubt
Why face the silver globules from the sky
When i can remain indoors, in the warm, and dry
by Jemia