My bed

My Bed.

My bed was long and narrow,
Made of wood.
My room was small and cold.
No heating then…
Three blankets, patched up sheets,
and a pillow filled with down.

My bed became a little boat,
Alone, I’d sail away,
To other worlds of honeyed spice.
My radio a secretive and hidden vice,

Mad Caroline* upon the choppy waves…
Illegal and exciting.…breaking the law…!
My little bed and I were there.
Ear glued to every word and song.

As Captain, crew and passenger.
I steered through life’s defeats.
And if the storms became too much.
I hid under the sheets.

My bed…my faithful little ship.

Kristine Byrne. 30th Jan 2020
*Radio Caroline