I got a shed

I got a shed! I got a shed!
it's imaginary. It's in my head.
The walls are made of shadows.
The roof, the wingtip of a small white bird.
the floor is undiscovered.

In my shed absurd
In dusty jars on sloping shelves
I keep the fragments of a dream,
And various explanations,
As to what I think it means.

The whirling blades of sarcasm
I keep in a bag hung on a nail
I keep the bag shut tight

In my shed absurd
there is no day or night
Just the beating of tiny wings
as little words take flight
to float into the shadows
To escape my dreaming head,
as my body chants the mantra
I got a shed! I got a shed!

Comments

[leah]

Audi, you are the star of stars! When you get up on stage, a silence prevails. Your performance is haunting, magical and unpredictable. you draw everyone into your world.
Write Angle wouldn't be - without you!
And I LOVE the Shed poem!
from
a BIG fan of yours
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx leah