my secret place

My current obsessions are faery skirts and knee-high socks.
Preferably if I've made them myself.
The hard work makes me feel more special when I wear them.



I have a secret place
On the other side of the hill
where no one else can go.
(unless they like tea and stories).
There is where I sit and stare
and find the things I dream about.
I pluck them from the clouds or
find them in piles of sticks.
It's where the ghosts come
and play sometimes.
(usually when its raining).
I sit on my chair and watch them
have their fun.
They make little tunes with
the cutlery on the tea set I set up.
And then wave goodbye
and leave.