Inside a poem

Jemima woke up inside a poem.
It was exactly as she imagined.
The weather reflected her mood.
Trees sang and the sun actually hugged her.
Every step told a story.
The dead were alive.
Pain was a person.
Every single thing was something else.
It was RUBBISH.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

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