I will put in the box
The flow of the North Sea on an Autumn’s night ,
Bombs from the inside of a German bomber,
The tip of an ancient Greek spear.
I will put in the box
A hero from Lord of the Rings
A scythe of the deathly hand of the Grim Reaper,
A picture of my Mum and Dad’s wedding
I will put into my box
Four sitting Doves on a night in the Atlantic,
The last smile of a crying boy,
And the spirit of a king’s son.
I will put into my box
Another Island on the sea
A Dragon on a skateboard
And a Wizard with a gun.
My box is fashioned from ice and snow and sulphur,
With sea on the lid and hard spells in the corners.
Its hinges are the swords of vicious Giants.
I shall ski in my box
On the slopes of the huge, great Russian Olympic Mountains
Then relax in a sunny Café
The colour of the sea.