Her Poetry: Sides

 

Sides

 

From the sides to all your stories

I’ve made myself a shape

It grows with every added edge

With holes that start to gape.

 

I stuff the gaps with fairy dust

And line them all with glue

But the sides they keep on coming –

For every one there’s two.

 

I bought a pair of scales

To help me with the load;

Decide the sides that have to stay

And which must surely go.

 

I bought myself a racket

I’ll stand in half a court

To bat the stories back again

And take the score to naught.

 

I’d take the score to love

But it’s gone beyond the point

Now the game is truly over

My shape becomes a coin

 

A coin has just two sides

But there’s a side to every story

So when I leave it up to fate

He’ll bask in all the glory.