When I was little
I turned cardboard boxes into playhouses,
stacked them one atop another
until I’d built the tallest tower in the world
or the biggest castle ever seen.
The settees in the living room
were princess beds
or safe land when the carpet turned to lava.
Stepping stone cushions were employed
to cross treacherous territory
without risking loosing toe or limb
to the fiery pits.
In the corner of the room was a cupboard
where the toys and games were kept.
We’d ransack the two shelves
leaving them bare and empty
ready for conversion
into bunk beds.
Our garden was besieged by monsters
that only my sister and I
Defending the keep at all costs
we fought battles across the grass
and through the orchard
onto the desert planes.
When the games reached their end
we’d hit the reset button.
Go back to the beginning before the victory
replace the villains anew
and start over in our efforts.
If I’m honest,
we never really stopped playing.
Daily Post: Imagination