The moon hung in a sulk just above the trees
Better than hiding behind the bullish clouds
But nonetheless childish.
I tried my best to ignore the gloom and settled beside the hearth
The fire set alight to warm the cockles of my heart.
I knew I was weary but I could not sleep
My bed lay ruffled in a restless heap
I glared at it from the arm chair and sucked on my pipe.
The kettle bubbled and whistled
Like a teenager all unpredictable.
It's the way of it and the clock struck twelve.
Now time for a nightcap and shed the high heels.
These costumes are so unnecessary and the pain quite unbearable.
I have the powder in my pocket.
That is all the knowledge i need, no kinship to disapprove
No dutiful spouse to sweep it away.
I respect the solace of my temporary cave
A new wave in dwelling forest to space.
I will work my witch craft like a pensioner knits
All clicky and bunched up
Mysterious, the snapping turtle
The graze of light on the wall
The comfort in the full pot...the absolute essence of transience at home.