Un-put away
in the great big bay window
Punch & Judy lie
tenderly together
this their stage now
lit only by moonlight & snow
his hand
upon her breast
her hand
cradling his neck
dreaming dreams
of being real
not following the script
cuddled together
lovingly
at rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah the box is here now for me to comment on this wonderfully imaginative, excellently written poem. A treasure and for Ruthie! I am honoured. Ruthie: o)