Sunlight, stained glass
Interned upstairs
Shadow, artificial light
Infirm are down below
Country lanes
And thistle fences
No defence
For crept in thoughts
Trees out of leaf
Clung with ivy
No rungs for jackboots
That daddy brought
Children or spiders
Snug inside
No bug for those elementary
Liquorice-all-sorts
Parcels, presents
Delivered on time, by then
To open, to close
To return, to intend her
Impending desolation
Only hesitation cares
And words, to open
To close, interns beware
