A Doll’s House

Little girls play dolls houses

And make mini pots of tea

Mini teacups and saucers.

Mini cubes of sugar

Mini splashes of whitest milk.

They sit in circles we don’t see

And tell invisible fables

Of the ivy that climbs up that wall

How it curls in the sunlight

The moss and mushrooms faeires dance on under

There is magic in the floorboards 

And knowing in the shutters 

And wisdom in giggling clusters

In china, painted in yellow and blue and pink 

Dangled pinkies up, ever too delicate to drink.