Craft store at midnightA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
The trebles trembled
The crochet hook Stretched to the roof The purls lurked Behind the counter The plains dreamt Of fame The wool shrank and hid Under the chair The singles and doubles Melted into the Clusteriest guttsiest Flower The buttons renounced The knitting needle bounced The glass eyeballs cried The embroidery cat died The materials danced with Each other In tallness and style Scissors and thimbles They played hopscotch Then elastics won The sewing machines Rumbled and sewed All night till dawn The craft aisle Shook and shot off paint The needles and pins Chased the magnets All around the transfer aisles The glue sticks played soccer With the friendly home team The paintbrushes won hands down The pottery dog chased the Straw cat up aisle ten The macrame owl hooted The felt pens drew on walls The feathers and zippers Samg a song for the choir The manager came and opened The door He closed it again His night check Done till dawn He pretended not to notice The fluff and disarray He smiled and yawned And said Ok That's it for the day Let these crafty kids play © 2017 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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8 Reviews Added on August 22, 2017 Last Updated on August 22, 2017 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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