Ah ha...my little mad scientist <br />(she all of 3) <br /> <br />brings a jam jar <br />for me to see. <br /> <br />'What...is it? ' I say <br /> <br />'It's road...of course! ' <br />she announces <br />annoyed at my usual ignorance. <br /> <br />'Do I have to...teach you everything! ' <br />her sigh suggests. <br /> <br />'The road started <br />crying in the sun <br />until it got all snotty <br />& sticky! ' <br />she excitedly exclaims. <br /> <br />'So i picked it up with a stick <br />& stuck it in here! ' <br />she explains <br />in her insane sane way. <br /> <br />The road now <br />conjealed with fear <br /> <br />gazed profoundly <br />from its glass prison <br /> <br />looking around for any <br />possible means of escape <br /> <br />but even it <br />could see it was <br /> <br />hopless. <br /> <br />'Resistance...' as a Dalek <br />would put it <br />'...is useless! ' <br /> <br />Courtsey of its glass prism <br />road shed a small rainbow tear. <br /> <br />'It's gonna live <br />with me by my bed! ' <br />she decreed. <br /> <br />And so it was <br />things obeyed her in her <br />imaginative land. <br /> <br />That night <br />a large label <br /> <br />addressed <br />the specimen <br /> <br />in an awkward <br />childish script <br /> <br />'ROAD! ' <br />it scribbled <br /> <br />glowing in crayon <br />with its R back to front. <br /> <br />Quiet as a sigh <br />the road sleeps beside her <br /> <br />in its little glass bed <br />& almost head to head <br /> <br />its dreams <br />wind through hers <br /> <br />getting lost <br />in a tangle of curls.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/road-for-lyn/
