mince pie, making and munching.
abba dancing, lazy lunching.
tidy up the basket.
snowflakes and boingy springs,
ivory tickling, everyone sings.
Famous Five for tea.
“I don’t like Coraline”,
says he for the ninety ninth time…
too scary (but not for nancy)…
how can that be?
“we think all the time” says I, says I
as natural as breathing, our thoughts fly by…
just like bubbles, they seem so real,
It was… All. Made. Up.
we talked about clouds that stalk the sky
and stop the sun from passing by,
but it’s always there,
hiding. Ready to shine.
“you live in a world of thought” says he.
And me, and he and she and we.
what would that look like?
Just. Like. This.
we’re family and we live in the same house,
but we each live in our own worlds.