Relic of a past time,
rough on
the delicate skin of a child,
edges distinctively stitched,
with its red symbols of utility,
in a world of pretend order,
fear of authority,
emotional life
concealed in deference
wrapped in
grey or khaki,
clamped tight into
the sides of the bed
to keep warm
when frost crystalised white
on interior windows.
into equality, for
soft feathery duvets
of variable tog,
freedom and chaos
we bathed in the
soft giving clouds;
weightless relaxation
of central hearing.
© Valerie Taylor
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