I Am Made of ...

the Old Gold Rum 'N' Raisin

chocolate I just had for breakfast

and the low-calorie high-fibre cereal

I have most other days,

and raisin toast and cocoa just before bed,

red wine and strong black coffee,

crayfish and curry and pasta and dhal

and spun-sugar, creamy Pavlova;

the wailing hillbilly songs of desperate men

that punctuated my homework when I was 12,

the rich tunes and stirring words

of Carmen Jones and Porgy and Bess 

(the movies) and dancing with my broom

as a young mum while Janis poured out 

Me and Bobby Mcgee, oh and Dylan and 

Cohen, and the blues, always the blues;

Alice in Wonderland, the Musketeers,

Sidney Carton, Jo and Beth, Five Children

and It, the Swallows and Amazons, 

The Little Mermaid, Ivanhoe, Charlie 

(is my darling) and also Good Queen Bess, 

and Hiawatha and Lochinvar, the goblin craving 
green glass beads, the nymph who refused, 

The Highwayman, and those in Flanders Fields ...

I am made of delights and dreams and treasures.

Written in response to a prompt of the same name at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. (It was supposed to be three stanzas only, but I had to have that extra line!)