There Is A Dollhouse In My Head

there is a dollhouse in my head
where I can go and just be fed
on tiny plates with cherry tarts

in shapes of hearts
and it not even
Valentine's day.

and only I can have the key
into my dollhouse mystery
and close the door

and go inside
where books of endless joys
abide

a tiny cat that has no need
but just to purr upon my knee
a chimney brave that has no smoke

but looks so real to dollish folk
that santa claus on  miniature sleigh
is sure to come on Christmas day

and fill my tiny cottage full
with baby oranges, golden hulls
till penny bright I'll say goodnight

and draw the dollhouse curtains all
and sleep my sleep and dream my dream
until the tiny tiny Spring.

mary angela douglas 10 december 2015