bolt the door

mummy is in bed

with faberge eggs

with diamond rings

daddy is at work

his yarn slowly unravelling

in the stained armchair

let golden birds

flitter flutter

let rockets

shoot sparks

to the moon

let the wise old owl

take you by the hand

scrunch up your eyes

don’t let the tears out

if mummy calls

turn up the volume

if daddy screams

let flowers bloom

in ageless blindness

don’t make a sound

the shadows will pass