Harbour Of Still Waters

If in this doll’s house ever I scream out

I am gagged with marshmallow clouds

And made to smile.

I am bright light,

Golden violet,

A stream of snowmelt,

My head filled with rainbows.

Swallows, slow motion,

Flit over marigold fields

And father grins into the fireplace,

Whisky hazed and mellowed.

Bruises have paled to blush

And broken cups have been swept up:

Everything is tidy now.

I am happy,

Happier than I ever thought I could be:

In this bubble no trouble can touch me.

I am safe:

Away from the pulsebeat,

The throb and drone

Of clashing machinery.

I dream here:

It is always summer now in my dreams.

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