The Bed's Right Side
By Stacks Poets
Published 1 January 2021
by Meredith Pitt
Pillows abandoned
plump and ripe,
transform sleepily into
Cumulus clouds.
Trickle honey
down your spine,
and wait for the sweetness
to subside.
Open the tin
where the rainbow is kept,
spread it thickly
on morning toast.
Wind chimes sway
picking out high wooden clicks,
ferry horns answer
with liquorice insistence.