Corrugated catalyst to your imagination,
Empty boxes filled your boyhood days,
Perfect props for endless ad-lib plays.
You rocketed me to see the Earth from Mars
Added paper plate wheels for day trips in your car
With kitchen-roll canons we took your tank to battle
Against the evil robox we defended our silver-foil castle
You hid for hours inside your steggered box-asaurus
Giggling inside whispering ‘do you think-he-saw-us’
A Jack for your brother, the Dr lost in time
Arc for the chosen few, emergency doors for 999.
A thousand magical mystery tours
Cut, taped, paint-daubed and plain
We built them tirelessly, time and time again.
Til time did tell;
My stinging tears darken the brown,
Of one last box that we fill with all you own,
As you ad-venture into the real world,
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Box’
Submitted for Thursday’s Open Link Night over at Dverse Poets Pub.