The Cupboard's Token

Young Mary Hubburd
Sat in her cupboard
Escaping from the world.
By shutting out artificial light and superficial sound
The sights would generally astound her.
She wasn't sure if the mental events were mindful or mindless,
But, nonetheless, the flood was of great interest.
She couldn't tell a soul about the movies in the cupboard.
Such fiction unleashed in imaginative genre was rated ‘M’.
Fades to grays and blackouts to following scenes
Filled her kaleidoscope watch-eyed theatre.
Puzzled at the shards of imagery trying to make sense,
She grabbed at a floating notion riding the fence
Of Appletree’s yard.
On a flickering piece of mirror, it tried valiantly to reveal to her.
Meme’s delight.
She was dressed in basil and it was too eccentric,
This twist in the script.
Especially the vagabond who had taken hold of her meanings.
Llyod didn’t much care about interpretations.
Galleries were for showings, simply showings.


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