Words Sing – a childhood memory poem

Cosy kitchen

crackling fire

flames dance

saucepan simmers

smells waft

on lap

I curl.

Gentle voice

pages turn

words sing

taking me

far away –

through jungles

over oceans

to wonderlands –

I journey

I imagine

I dream . . .

cosy kitchen

crackling fire

flames dance.

Corinne Fenton

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