The Wizard Comb
Hidden under the books, surrounded by pens.
White-but he has a soul of gold in a sense
He wants to fly away from the table.
Maybe then the world would be…
My once favourite subject of play… with a doll;
Now broken and abandoned under the wall.
He was replaced by a NEW,
much bigger and colourful too.
I tell him of sorrows and fears.
He consoles me, wiping away all my tears,
and brings all the children sweet dreams…
Anna is a poet and literary critic. Her poems have been published in New York, London, Surrey, Australia, Canada, India, Africa, Japan, Israel. She lives in Lodz, Poland.