Saturday 25 February 2023


Imagine a sitting room peopled with dolls

an attic space filled with toy trains and cars

adult places filled with children’s playthings

passive playthings

out of their time

and moved on

into a time

when even the box

with it’s wrappings

and writings

fails to excite us


no spark,

no glamour,

only needy memories

in passing

as time



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