Where I slept
Mughals continue on their never ending
hunts, firing arrows at leaping tigers
from the backs of ever patient elephants.
Parents gaze into their future from a time
long past ready to leap into a brave new world.
A worn out shoe on the wall is illuminated
in its pastel light and a white cloud hangs
over the bed, fully equipped and ready to fly.
Pines offer their mutilated arms, welcoming
shirts, underwear, winter’s warmth and a space
for an art-deco dog to sit amongst friends.
In a dark mysterious cave, old friends are hanged.
Boots stand to attention awaiting orders and
a scrum of outstanding work drapes over a chair.