I keep in my pocket,

The static spark from a magician’s wand
The blinding light of an Anglo fish
The tip of my finger holding a teardrop.

I keep in my pocket

A snowball fight with my brother
Hot lava retrieved from an undiscovered volcano
And a drop of the first rainbows colour.

I will keep in my pocket

A sixth sense and a black hole
A witch sleeping soundlessly
And a young ogre on a hobby horse.

I will keep in my pocket

Three dark secrets spoken in Hindu
The first drop of water from Niagara Falls
And a lock of the first born baby’s hair.

My pocket is fashioned from the finest emerald stolen by an evil wizard
With stars on the seam and the moon in the corner
Filled with children’s dreams

I shall hide in my pocket
On a great hide and seek adventure
To then wash up on a majestic golden sand beach
The sun a burning blaze.