Morning mis-en-scène
Silence draped across the furniture like
fine webbing to catch intruders.
Toys left mid-performance, before
bedtime’s siren, you marching upstairs.
Night made an exhibit of you,
a collection of imprints in the mess.
I give them titles like Duplo Pirate
Wrestling T-Rex and Lioness, and
The Great Model Railway Accident.
I sit, admire the curation by day’s end.
I hear you stir above, ready to paint
over still lives. Outside, clouds flick
through the sun’s moods, settling
on a playful fire, when you rise.
Sipke Shaughnessy is a poet from West Cork, Ireland now living in Kent. He also has work forthcoming in Southword. Substack @sipkeshaughnessy