A Blanket and a Basket

Wednesday, September 30, 2015



Take what you want, they said. The rest will sell.

A tisket,
a tasket,
a blanket,
& a basket.

Ink black hearts
spilled onto
pages of white.
Glasses,
once filled,
as empty as
the night.

How does one
take what has
already taken
her? A pillar,
a pen, a heart’s
chauffeur?
How does one
take the 
memories
made, or the 
place that made 
her first dream 
of Adelaide?

A tisket,
a tasket,
a blanket,
& a basket.

Ink black hearts
spilled onto
pages of white.
Glasses,
once filled,
as empty as
the night.

All that is
left of a
childhood full,
the rest no
one can pull
from the walls
and the windows
and the feel
of the night.
They’re lost,
all gone,
vanished from
sight. Is that
really right?

A tisket,
a tasket,
a blanket,
& a basket.

Ink black hearts
spilled onto
pages of white.
Glasses,
once filled,
as empty as
the night.

Take what you want,they said. The rest will sell.


m.s. reid 


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