Angela Lansbury in red and white dress by Thai style double beds beside Melia hotel swimming pool, Tenerife, Canary Islands. Photo by Trevor Sharot.
What can I say about this gorgeous, fancy bed?
I have a dictionary of words churning through my mixer head
I want to inspire, with hopes, visions and dreams
The possible, impossible, what is is and merely seems
I climb every mountain looking for a metaphor
I swim a sea of similes and copy those who wrote before
I reflect and then reject originals which I suspect
Will not endure, and throw them on the floor
I look at pots, at kettles, at black, and red and white
I search through morn, dawn and torn, dark night, white snow and light
I'm happy seeing sunlight, and storms and rain and pain
I hope the night will put things right in spring, forget the years of winter tears sure to come again
I ride a mental horse along the river's course, back to the bubbling source
View the battle which does not stop until I reach the mountaintop
I wait for my ship, train, bus, bike, donkey, camel, plane, which end all pain and bring me joy again
Like a gift list, parcel, birthday song, which lasts so long it makes me strong
Ready to walk with boots or shoes, clad in my clothes of reds and blues
And eat ice cream with friends I meet, along the leafy, shady street
Until at last all words are said, and I can rest my heavy head
End my day my own way, and post four times from my silk-soft bed.
-ends-
The last line in a pun on four poster bed.
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