While She Dreams, In Other Scenes' Poem by eve Taylor

Of the teacup: With it's gilded ways,

and paisley pattern,

sipping sweetly smooth,

she is taken back,

to calming days,

pleasantly,

with smiling eyes.



Of the hammer: With it's fixing ways,

and powerful blows,

pounding nails true,

she is fixing within,

mending,

fences that separate.



Of the seagull: With it's soaring ways,

and flighty paths,

without any navigation,

she is drifting aloft,

descending,

feeling ocean sprays'.



Of the ballet slipper: With it's satiny ways,

and gliding slides,

everything seems smooth,

she is dancing graceful,

pirouetting,

round and round.



Of the shark: With it's predatory ways,

and toothy grins,

swimming freely deep,

she is fearless,

circling,

friend or foe.



Of the wobbly table: With it's unstable ways,

and teetering legs,

rocking precariously perpetual,

she is unbalanced,

swaying,

never quite falling.



Of the dentist: With his sterile ways,

and drilling sounds,

poking and prodding,

she fears him,

terrifyied,

trying to hide.



Of the rowboat: With it's serine ways,

and times alone,

floating and rowing,

she looks along,

peacefully,

humming a song.