" In the slant light of the porch "
In the slant light of the porch
In the slant light of the porch
Is somewhere else and not This house
Under this porch, midsummer,
The morning photons shone
Directly though it, lighting up the hall as it’s a
Barrow or a
Baba Yaga's hut
Lifted up on hefty chicken legs
Turning round to face the sun
It’s full of badger bones and sweets
And brightly coloured things
Half finished spells and jars
Of strange ingredients, rare earths
In the slant light of the porch
Is somewhere else and not This house
Under this porch, midsummer,
The morning photons shone
Directly though it, lighting up the hall as it’s a
Barrow or a
Baba Yaga's hut
Lifted up on hefty chicken legs
Turning round to face the sun
It’s full of badger bones and sweets
And brightly coloured things
Half finished spells and jars
Of strange ingredients, rare earths
And metals, planets, plants and worlds
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