Here's a first offering to Poet's Corner from a gentleman in Llwynypia, Rhondda. 

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"Toy Box"

Same rigmarole every night:

tucked in, kissed on the head,

lights out, door closed to ajar,

a sliver of light. Dilated pupils and a

hammering heart – with regrets of

not playing nice.

The lid creaks up -  

moving in the creeping shadows -

shapes on the walls

of the clown leading the hunt

followed by Green Berets

with bayonets fixed. 

 This time they shall have blood.

by David Maiden, Llwynypia

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