Kingillie Was A Miniature Empire - Poem by Hugh Fraser
Kingillie was a miniature empire.
It had a mountain with hollows that
I knew precisely. It had lawns that
were fields, each shape - rectangles,
others cut like to make a waistcoat -
as clear to me now as they were then.
Then, I fitted under beds that swallowed
me into a heaven with dust that dropped
down from the canvas above.
The blue lino of the playroom was a
giant rally circuit; the join in the middle
of the floor a vital obstacle.
The book cupboard's rich stink smothered
me in comfort, but its contents hinted
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