Watermelon Socks
Shielding from the chill in their duvet dugout.
The bright coloured socks
Enveloped in cotton
Fuchsia geometry
Worries all forgotten
Watermelon socks
Pink and green
Snuggled in the duvet
Mind wiped clean
Pip-less socks
Nuzzling and wrestling
In fresh sheets
My body nestling
Cotton socks
All fruity and bright
Tumble dryer crisp
For a cosy night
These watermelon socks
Are just a small pleasure
But in these times
That’s a hard measure
So, these cotton socks
All juicy and clean
Are quite enough for me
To sleep well and dream
The green and pink socks
Even if in the night I toil
Will sing me to sleep again
Like a worm in soil
The cosy socks
In which my toes wriggle
Etch a smile on my face
Like the curve of a sickle
So thank you, watermelon socks
For your bed-time service
The happiness you’ve brought
Has stopped me feeling nervous
Watermelon socks,
The warm tingle you send,
Up my arched spine
Is just enough to mend
My weary mind
For a time.
About the Creator
Dani Buckley
Pennings of the dark and cinematic. Phantasmagoria abound.
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