The carpet lifted <br />& fell <br /> <br />(lifted) &(fell) <br /> <br />like a strange <br />seaweed <br /> <br />boots like boats <br />made their own way down <br /> <br />the river <br />that was now the main hall. <br /> <br />Granda's stamp <br />album <br /> <br />unmoored itself <br />from the book case <br /> <br />and all the countries <br />of the world <br /> <br />such a colourful <br />floatilla <br /> <br />sailed out <br />the front door. <br /> <br />A triangular Outer <br />Mongolia <br /> <br />leading the way. <br /> <br />The dog barked <br />fromt he safety of the stairs <br /> <br />at the broken <br />china dog <br /> <br />who had stood guard <br />over the piano <br /> <br />for a good twenty years. <br /> <br />A pink tutu <br />& a left hand shoe <br /> <br />joined <br />the procession <br /> <br />the flood <br />treating us humans <br /> <br />as if we were <br />mere things <br /> <br />and things <br />it elevated <br /> <br />into Kings <br />& Queens <br /> <br />we all losing <br />our heads. <br /> <br />The waters <br />ransacked our memories <br /> <br />scattered our lifes <br />about us <br /> <br />our possessions <br />deserting us <br /> <br />as we retreated <br />to the attic <br /> <br />going into exile <br />until rescued by <br /> <br />next door's farmer <br />in a beautiful pea green boat <br /> <br />the stars piercing <br />in their brightness <br /> <br />us watching <br />ourselves <br /> <br />on the telly <br /> <br />as we became <br />News.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-and-times-for-scarlet/
