Alchemisland

Postered walls no postered bed, it isn’t Balmoral

Goldfish finds Atlantis in a reef of plastic coral

Fairy lights blue the tank but the old water is sorrel

Sorry to the fish inside I find that immoral

But now is not the time for quarrel

Cold to the touch a frost giant’s sprog

I imagine tossing on another log and flames bouncing back like an orange frog

Fireplace is covered up the mounding soot has covered us like fog 

What heat the clinging sheets hide

Not shy about what resides inside.