Old blue gnome

his house was there under the yellowwood tree

painted white with a sky blue roof

a piano and also a comfy poof

sculptures made with loving hands

a little bit rough, a little bit tough

love wishes under dust

she walks every morning

in the forest street

with dew gliding

beneath her feet

his cosmos flower

his fat troll wife

singing her songs

about her life

sing then yellow canary

yellow canary in your golden cage

tell then, tell your memories well

your memories about

your silver bell

🦋

© Annora Eksteen, 2006

When the cat bit off its head, it was mirrored in the silver bell.

Or if the cat didn't bite, the bell mirrored the comings and goings

around the little cage and so the yellow canary had memories

there, in the house of old blue gnome under tha yellowwoos tree.

2015

The guy at the motor vehicle licence place

took a lovely photo, but that was the beginning

of the end of me driving as I lost my

motor vehicles in 2018 and never

drove again.

Do I miss it?

Nope. Hardly ever think about it. 

Uber to library and to Di and Dan and

Incredible Connection and also 

to the Cafés.

Et voilà.