The Barrel

            The Barrel                                                 By Gloria Cameron aka IB

In the corner of the bedroom stands a carton,
A cylinder that house  a Christmas tree.
Assorted goods for trade, a seaman’s cargo,
Escaped its belly since it came to me

All the same you would not know it if you see it,
I dressed it up, and it looks very lovely,
In its fineries blue, beige Chintz Floral Cotton,
It stands taller than its height a mere four feet 

One can see its head but then again not clearly,
For it’s carrying a middle picture tube
Like a native woman under her fruit basket,
Though she sets hers down sometimes to take a breathe,

It’s a cousin to the nightstand, and the rosewoods,
And therefore in the décor fixture family, 
And this musky smelling, disguised cardboard
Has become one of the most important piece

 Copyrights reserved 2009


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