Mahogany fire

A garden view. The downpour flouncing out.
A quiet evening by the table lamp,
a cosied teapot steaming from the spout,
two garden thrushes setting noisy camp.

Imagination, like a wilful sprite
bereft of reason, verity and purpose,
sees organ pipes made out of stripy curtains
that the mahogany has set alight.

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