Seven Things in my skyship explorer’s rucksack

• A bottle stuffed full with lightning bolts,

• A magical cloud map to the stars,

• Dragon spray to ward off flying monsters,

• A cryptic, fire-proof cloak of transformation,

• A telescope of walrus ivory to see into the past,

• A baby unicorn with a horn of pure emerald,

• Wings of a giant eagle from the Misty Mountains.

You are a swirling snowflake, drifting delicately downwards towards the frozen earth.

You are the wild Winter winds – moaning and crying between the bare branches of the shivering trees.

You are the tight knot of hunger, twisting and clenching its grip in my empty stomach.

You are midnight, your lonely shadows stealing across the frost bitten turf as the moon glowers above.

You are the taste of fear, bitter and hollow down long glaring echoing corridors.

You are the dream that never ends, going where it pleases…never resting.