A Writer’s mind

Is a junk yard

A filigree lace of windows

For flights of fancy.

A convergence of different World’s

Where we create hero’s and villains

Real and surreal.

Weaving intricate webs of words 

and evocative imagery’s 

That transports the mind,

Through apertures, down rabbit and keyholes

Through the wide expanse of French windows,

Into the boggling meadows of other minds.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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