Pocket fairytales....a trilogy
A Pocket Fairytale
He sat in a white van
with no working handbrake,
similar to his temper, with no stopper.
He'd no tax and no money.
What he'd salvaged from life
was an old mattress,
a few old clothes, a fancy chair
and a pot plant.
The door to her house
was bolted, several times
just like the seven chances she'd given him
and the neighbours curtains were twitching.
There was oil leaking from the engine
just like his bleeding heart
and the rear light didn't work
similar to his brain.
His belly grumbled,
he was needy,
and his mouth was dry with fright
although his shoes were polished.
He dug into his back pocket
and found a crumpled piece
of paper with a note
inscribed.
"Some money's in
your other pocket.
I thought you might need some.
Be safe." ……..and he wept.
So you see, sometimes fairytales
do come true and this
is a pocket fairytale
Missed pocket.
David pulled brightly coloured silk from his pocket,
more and more he pulled
blues and yellows and pinks and greens.
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poem by Ruth Walters
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