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My lair

My lair of hidden treasure, under steeply pitched eaves;
Strong beams crisscross the walls to frame my art and keep me safe.
The tiny window tucked above the floorboard opens wide
To give me room to fly away by broom, winged horse, or magic shoes.

I share my space with just one friend, who likes to hear my voice
and keeps me silent company, for a sip of water, a smile.
Who sits beside the window, and on days that send me early to bed
when cast aside, my eyes tear swelled; her presence comforts me.

The trap door from my closet ceiling opens to a world of dreams -
adventures waiting to be read, new tales to be written and drawn.
One time we sail in hunt of whale with Ahab and Ishmael,
the next we spy with Agatha, solve a mystery for Hercule,
another we ride a bay mare to hunt in Robin’s days of yore,
then fly to the stars, to look back on earth from a starship manned by drones.
Wherever the muse transports my heart, we travel and write it all down.

One day I fell asleep for real, didn’t hear the angry tread
to send me rushing through the trap to feign dour penitence.
I woke to crash of boxes and boards as my lair was rent to shreds.
My magic world of purple trees, green suns shining outside the lines
was discarded as trash, with my stories and books, in the rubbish bin outside.
The sweet yellow face tried to fly, but could not escape the pot
crashing to the street, with a broken neck mere water would not revive.

I never went back to the attic; didn’t write for the longest time -
Till one day a sunflower smiled at me, and compelled me to remember in rhyme.

© 2006 manga_kate

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