Stop Creativity: A Poem

Stop Creativity

A jellyfish swims on the tiles in the bathroom.

Deer prints walk through the paint on the wall.

A cat meows through the shower curtain.

The kettle whistles steam down the hall.

 

The world rolls on. Up moon, down sun.

Star scatter across paper skies

made by children’s finger-paint projects.

Rain spatters. Scatters. Runs down

drain pipes. To the tune of washing up.

Done in the halogen glow of December.

 

Rain stops.

A cat turns and turns on blankets. Settles.

Purrs and stops too.

When the horse and the rider left.

When the horn fell to silence,

Imagination went for a wander.

It still hasn’t come back.

If I Could Wander the Earth as a Duck: A Poem for Dreamers

Duck Dreams

If I could wander the Earth as a duck

I would keep swimming until I’d waddle.

Waddle and waddle. To make humans laugh.

That’s all I’d want. To make humans laugh.

To share a piece of their world.

From my wet, wobbly corner of quacks.

I will keep wandering until I find one.

A duck friend. To make a quack orchestra with.

To swim two by two. To waddle then and more.

If I could wander the Earth as a duck.

I would keep on swimming.