It was just simply made from curtain rings, <br />rubber bands, sticky tape and silver springs. <br />Paper clips, coat hangers and old door knobs, <br />shelving brackets, plywood and bits and bobs. <br /> <br />Bicycle wheels, chipboard and plastic pipes, <br />material in rainbow coloured stripes. <br />A wooden high chair, nuts, bolts, nails and screws, <br />anything at all that easily glues. <br /> <br />Old exhaust, cords, cogs, and a rusted pan, <br />an empty squashed, washed out Heinz baked beans can. <br />One waste paper basket and rickety stool, <br />heavy roll of wire on cardboard spool. <br /> <br />Ball of strong string and pieces of leather, <br />most of great use when welded together. <br />Joined in one huge magical creation, <br />formed from our unique imagination. <br /> <br />What to call this, alas, we do not know, <br />but it has a slight touch of art nouveau. <br />A sculpture that in time, might famous be, <br />in London’s exclusive Tate Gallery. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-unique-imagination/
