If I could have these, made of glass please
An onion made of glass
A nun, in habit, toddlers tugging at her skirts
A jar, by a door
Stockings with a run in them
An English garden
A balalaika
A colourful room
Cellophane flowers
Henry the Horse
A parking meter
A weeping guitar
A bird with a broken wing
A big brown bag of money
A daisy chain
A moon dog
A soap impression
A lizard on a windowpane
A shady tree
A jack knife, in your sweaty hands
A twenty carat golden ring
A choking smoker
Sir Walter Raleigh
A pool of tears,
A tie with mirrors
A hammer, made of silver
A garden, under the sea
These would do nicely for a start, you see. I promise to dust them, yes I do.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
