Wonderful Woods' Clockwork Emporium Poem by Esther FleurThomas

Ticking, fixing, flicking, winding, bolting,
I don’t have time to think or breathe, not now,
Tapping, clanging, timing, finding… something,
The automaton world is my know-how,
Here I find beauty in Clock-Work figures,
Inspiration in toys to do with time,
Cogs that are moved by intricate triggers,
Pretty music that by wind-up will chime,
Here I find solace and solace, alone,
Knew that I’d make it, but I’m on my own.

I could always sit alone in this place,
With watches and dolls and apparatus,
I would always have time, always have space,
I would lose myself and ‘they’d’ become ‘us’,
Or I’d get away and try to be free,
To travel, to learn, a great man I’d make,
With truth and a heart belonging to me,
I’d forget this madness and my mistake,
Come and pull me out of this dream of mine,
Anything will do, just give me a sign?