Slippers

- You don't really understand what's happening to you. Carpets are made for times like this - a time where you lie back against the softeness of the floor and dream of happy times. I think the feeling of joy that condescends from doing this can be surmised with the following words.

"Inching slowly through clawed hands of ice
Clinging to the name of the three blind mice"

A poem written and often performed by the Hon J J R Watson, established poet of these Isles. I think the vivid imagery used is so representating of our modern squeaky clean lives in this day and age. The mixture of the chill of fear, and the established children's referencing leads the reader (or listener) to a remenise of the mood that encapsulates happiness.

Watson's full works are available in hardback - I highly recommend checking Amazon for a copy.
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