11 Apr 2017

Summer Magic












the outhouse, such a magic place
to hide away in and pretend
we'd set up house in that small space
when summers seemed to have no end 

evicting spiders with a broom
brushing the cobwebs from the walls
contents piled high to make more room
we'd crouch evading adult calls

our favourites sometimes joined us there
wizards, kings and underlings
we the princesses tall and fair
our robes old curtains tied with strings

fair heroines from fairy tales
invited us to join them dine
serving the finest worms and snails
sipping sump water as the wine

candles in jam jars giving light
when daylight could not penetrate
keeping weird potions out of sight
recipes on a piece of slate

being fairies one day, witches next
by giants and trolls and elves beguiled
guarding our secret muscles flexed
imaginations running wild 

summers of fun behind that door
we'd set up house in that small space
as children who could ask for more
- the outhouse, such a magic place



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