Music Box

• Sophie Jeuring, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

A portal to another dimension, beyond our belief,an echoing noise of a child’s screams, my happiness, my insecurities.

A trail of smiling dandelions, singing in the wind, the loneliness of a homeless man, begging on the street, a warm summer’s breeze on a winter’s night.

A child’s worst nightmare, turning into a dream, the feeling of the cold waves washing up on the soft sand, a branch of an evergreen tree, beginning to flower.

A music box from my childhood, playing the sad song of a golden pheasant. Made of the finest jewels from the centre of the world. As I swim through the cold, rippling waves of the Antarctic ocean,I see my box sat upon an island.I say my last goodbyes, and get swept away to another life…