White Page

In a room papered with poetry

On a sofa warm and leathery

Before a hearth stacked with melancholy

Over a page of new white stationary

Is scrawled a story she knows is stupidity

There once was a girl with a head full of curls

and her feet firmly planted one in each of two worlds

As she curled up in bed the worlds wound round her head

she dreamt of a room papered with poetry

of a sofa warm and leathery

and on the hearth she stacked her melancholy

Watching her life burn gently away

Over a page of new white stationary

She wrote another