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If I was called in to create a wonder

I would take – a golden bar of sunlight found sleeping on a window sill,
the red from a bus trundling down Chorley High Street
and the vivid blue of a damsel fish.

I would take the sound of
friend’s laughter exploding after a bombshell joke,
the crush of a distant comet rushing past Mars
and the fury of a swarm of belligerent bees.

I would take the taste of
strawberry slices, like slithers of ruby, on vanilla ice,
the lick of salted skin after sea swimming
and my gran’s goat curry simmering.

I would take the touch of
a pink seashell, smooth inside but covered in tough grit,
a cat’s purr beneath soft fur
and baby Noah’s chubby cheeks.

I would take
a clock’s intricate design of wheels and cogs,
a clam’s grip, a cloud’s softness, a cloak’s shadow,
a clown’s clapped applause, a broach’s clasp
and the click of a finger snap.

©Pie Corbett 2021