Witch's Hovel
Rain patters on the
curved corrugated iron
left over when dad dug
out the Anderson shelter
We've made a den of it,
me and the boy from down the road
with walls made from
scavenged pallets
sheets of plastic
thumb-tacked to the outside to keep the rain out.
In the spring we'll
cover it in mud bricks
painted dry with lime
and whitewash
with a window salvaged
from the old cow shed
after Eddie Fowler
burned it down
because he likes to
watch the flames.
The rain drips in where
the screws used to be
but we bodge them with
plasticine
and light a fire in the
hole
we scooped out with an
empty peach can.
In our minds this is a
palace in the making
but Dad wants his
potato patch back.
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