In a Corner of the Imagination

Mouse sits on her front porch beneath the oak tree,

reading, waiting for us, her teacups and cakes close by,

and a fresh pot of tea ready to share when we drop in

to catch up on The Glen’s news or to hear a story told,

a tale of the woodland creatures living there,

lives we imagine, lives we’d like to live

tucked safely into this corner of our imaginations,

a reality to return to when the world grows cold

and angry, madness abounding, and feeling alone,

needing time away, we return to the Glen, a spot of tea

and cake and a story, a tale told by Mouse or Rabbit,

The Glen come to life while the world turns ever onward.