red and gold charlie

To and fro… to and fro…
The old rocking horse.
The boots are old and weathered.
Look, listen, wait.
Soiled with the sand of many oceans.
Tainted by the paths of fate.
The boots are burnt. Battered. Bruised.
Trails of debris lead home.
Mama’s mirror. A lady’s mirror.
The sunbeams dance through the shards of jagged glass.
The boots can crush glass. The boots are old and weathered.
Mistletoe and wine.
Tinsel draped debris.
Red and gold.
The colours of the sun.
There’s Charlie’s blankie!
Charlie can’t sleep without blankie.
Charlie had blonde hair.
Red and gold Charlie.
A step. Two steps.
Two steps from the porch.
Daisies. A pink straw hat.
Where have all the fairies gone?
Red and gold fairies.
The boots scared away the fairies.
The boots are burnt. Battered. Bruised.
They crush glass and the jade ashtray.
Tobacco is a familiar smell.
The tobacco is burnt. Battered. Bruised.
A black picket fence. A high picket fence.
Can you hear the fire engine?
The red and gold fire engine.
Look, listen, wait.
To and fro… to and fro…
The old rocking horse.