Alex was very specific: He asked for a poem about…. A woman bought a glass house and has been living in it for a few years. One day it started filling with water and it looked like it was pouring down from above. Eventually her house was filled to the top with water and she found out that she could breath under it. After months of living like this, she looked up and saw a GIANT HEAD WATCHING OVER HER. She realised that she was a pet fish for giants and that her house was the fish bowl! – Alex
I can’t remember when I first moved in…
I know I wanted air and light and space
And this seemed perfect! Where do I begin?
Clean lines, modern design, it just seemed ace!
But it was… sort of damp. As time went by
I noticed all the water coming in
I would forget, then look up at the sky
And see a giant face, an awful grin
And water pouring down. Is it a sin
To want a house where you are not observed?
Those bright glass walls, designed to let light in
Soon had me feeling naked and unnerved
But I tried to forget, at least ignore it:
A place like this? Away from all the din
Of modern life? A price must be paid for it!
Enormous eyes, constantly staring in:
If I ignore them, well, then it’s win-win!
This little house is just ideal for me.
Forget the awful giants peering in –
I’ve always had a shocking memory!
Tom Juniper Poetry 