Solstice Train

Her mind’s at home in a miniature world –
Child of seven in her warm p.j.’s –
Head to the floor with the lights down low
Solstice train with its lights ablaze

Party inside for the well-dressed folk
Dining and dancing and sharing a story;
Child transported by effortless joy
Through imagined
Glory

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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