pocket full of posies

she picks up the shards
of her broken mind places them in
neat arrangement of prettiest colours
giving such names and thinks of lives
they have never lead
with husbands never met
pretty dresses for each adorned piece
of her mad mad mind
but it delights her no end
to imagine the tender kiss each one gets
the warm embrace earned by fretting the cookies and pie
quick teddy roosevelt steals a cookie with
a toothy grin
its just a image of a shattered shard
but its enough

carrying her caravan of eyes
in a concealing tortoise shell bag
she seals away along the edge of
perceived existence where the headlights don't shine
the houses far off enough not to see clearly
she makes for the wood and the
wind soaked lake
its dark waters crisp and cold
on her hot feet
a place where she is alone enough
to feel free

she lays her eggshell children of the mind
on the glacier torn rock
in the brilliant summer sun
where without motion sparkle and gleam like silent fire
and sings to them
a lullaby
ring a round the rosie pocket full of posies
plague men come knockin on the door
but quick teddy roosevelt long gone
dig a hole for you
dig a hole for me
thrice you labour in the all day into night
thrice you pile earthen mounds in the sun
but never no more
spend your pocket of posies my young one
she gathers up her shattered mind
and flees home finally able to see
the plague is of the mind
and it has come home to roost