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Happiness

I want to put it on a pedestal,
raise it like a banner, blazoned
in bright blue.
I want to run with it, fly with it,
play with its kite, race headlong through a field
of raucous red poppies rejoicing its tune.
I want to grab its shiny handle
and ride tandem through this town,
aerosol its portrait to the tallest wall,
in tribute, a multi-coloured mural,
sing out its loudest song in the village hall,
scoop it up in buttercups, let it rise
like a new loaf.

I’ll send it up high in a hot-air balloon,
scatter it like coloured confetti on those passers-by
who look up
and wave back in wonder.
Packed in a picnic, dipped like soft strawberries into cream.
I’ll parade myself in its silk scarf,
take it for a night out on the town,
leave the splash of its scent on my skin.
I’ll unwrap it from a gilded box and admire its honesty,
but mostly,
I'll sew its laughter into the lining
of my best dress, put it in my pocket for another day.

by Melanie Thomas

Comments (2)

Nice poem Melvina, hope your well have fun dave xxx
I’ll parade myself in its silk scarf, take it for a night out on the town, leave the splash of its scent on my skin. I’ll unwrap it from a gilded box and admire its honesty this pen makes a vivid spiraling on the meadow of a new poem