I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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5 November 2013

Take One Sheet

Drape it over the table,
sides hanging down to the floor.
Instant cubby-house! 
A safe, secret place,
for reading or resting 
or listening.

Drop it over my head
and I'm a ghost,
scary. 
Must be careful not to trip.
I want to cut eyeholes out,
but no, I'd better not.

The best books tell me:
make large knots at intervals, 
nail one end to the window-sill,
climb down as on rungs of a ladder.
My cousin might do it —
I’m scared of heights.

Take one sheet. Double it.
Two on the bed
clean and smooth,
make bed feel like sanctuary,
my power place
for dreams of adventure.

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: (fill in the blank) sheet

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