A’bra ca dab’ra

To a writer words mean everything, so choose your words wisely.
I’m trying to build this kingdom,
“I create what I speak.”

The moon cradles her children,
They float in her light, asleep by her feet –
A’bra ca dab’ra.

From this ground where I stand the world never looked more beautiful.
Divine design –
A’bra ca dab’ra.

You may never know what makes me tick…
But I’ll be here ticking anyway.
A’bra ca dab’ra.

I’ll hide my heart on the highest shelf,
And that’s alright for now –
A’bra ca dab’ra.

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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