.
Spin and leap
High in the air
Try to catch
What isn’t there
Windows covered
With drapes and blinds
Who can guess
What hides behind
A perfect scene
Try not to scream
Making up
Waking up
From a dream
Spider lashes
On her cheek
Lips silly-coned
She cannot speak
And (s)he, and he
With coiffured hair
Blows his TRUMPet
For all to hear
A plastic life
In a paper book
A fairy tale
Which some believe
And try so hard
To achieve
.
©Denise G Allen, 16 January 2014 07:18
