Our Kingdom

From the newsagents where we stole penny sweets
To the front gate where I skinned my shin.

East

The shed where someone stashed their porn.
We climbed up on the roof
and waved centrefolds at the prisoners next door.

North

A cage with a concrete floor.
The echo of a ball bounces off every wall-
Summoning much needed feet and hands.

West

The Sergio twins on a climbing frame.
Lazily swinging and singing “Hello”
A square within a square, within a square, within a square…

South

A Chilean flag and break-dancing llamas.
We recline on a balcony in a slice of sun,
Talking about a book – The Hobbit.

We are the natives. We know the lay of this land.
Shoulder to shoulder, handing a watch to Mr Wolf.
To Play, To Fight, To Learn, To Grow.
Together forever until the removal van –
filled with more than just stuff-
Circles the square and one of us is gone.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.

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