The second week of NaPoWriMo is almost upon us, and here I am, trying really hard to hold on! For day 7, the prompt was to write a poem about what we would give to ourselves or others, and that just meant another whimsical piece for me.
An old house in a quiet village by the sea,
a cat familiar, overseeing all my assets –
my fountain-pens, dream journals,
pots, pans, mismatched cups and saucers –
a herb garden, and a secret path
to a private nook when I don’t feel like seeing
company, and of course heavy bookshelves
by way of walls, plus a flying carpet
and an amulet made of a djinn’s wishbone.