Sylvanian Families

Sylvanian Families (via iamannamaldita / Flickr)

you learn to wait for life to happen

in your single bunk, gazing up at Smila Stjärna

or across the room to the doll’s house you adorned

with little hedgehogs, little kettles, little women’s things

towards the window where you plan to escape

on your brother’s go-kart, ride in rings around

the mossy yard, string of plastic babies trailing

from the back, shitting themselves for accuracy

Published by Ruth Beddow

Poet, writer and heritage professional based in London, UK.

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