The World In A Box Poem by Josephine Dunn

The World In A Box



A man I know
Keeps his world in a box
It’s full of precious things
So he keeps it locked.
It contains his world
And all that he owns,
It has many secrets
That he alone knows.

It is big and square
And made of wood,
If you ask to look inside
He will say that you could
Provided you promise
That you shall not steal
Or drive it away for
At each corner are wheels.

It smells of smoke
As you climb in the door,
And the sides can all open
To make a dance floor.
There is music playing
As he holds out his hand,
So prepare to journey
To a magical land.

The heat of the stove
Makes it cosy and warm,
You know you are welcome
From dusk until dawn.
The light from the Tilley
Is soft and quite dim,
Adds to the woodsmoke
The smell of paraffin.

In one corner a shower
Fed by pipes made of copper,
Logs for the fire which
He cuts with a chopper.
Sythe, shears and hammer,
The tools of his trade,
And hung on a rail
The shirts that he’s made.

The mugs and the plates
Made from pewter and tin
Are all tied up neatly
With bright coloured string.
Clothes folded in drawers
With handles of glass,
Food in a cupboard
Carved in centuries past.

In the roof is a window
Where light from the moon
Shines down on the floor
And all round the room.
You climb up a step
To get to the bed
And on embroidered pillows
Lay down your head.

You lie on your back
With him by your side,
And count all the stars
With laughing eyes open wide.
Sleeping and waking
Still holding hands,
You know you have journeyed
To a magical land.

December 2001

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