I will put in the capsule
The shimmer of a star on a winter’s night,
The tip of a leaf touching a branch,

I will put in the capsule
A fir tree with a full stomach,
A sip of the saltiest ocean,
A leaping fuse of a power cut,

I will put in the capsule
Three grey pearl wishes of a dove,
The last laugh of a grandad,
The first giggle of a new-born.

I will put in the capsule
A ripe summer’s morning and a golden sun,
A witch on a horse,
A cowboy on a sea creature.

My capsule is fashioned from lava, gemstones and emeralds,
With moons on the lid and darkness in the corners,
Its hinges are the arm joints of a knight.

I shall paint in my capsule
The elegant-high-golden-carriage of the queen,
Then arriving at the palace,
The detail more intricate than a puzzle.