By: Debbie Tunstall

I hear the snapping of mother’s slippers
Icy gems guarded
by the looming goblin king.

All we wanted was sugar,
not the Kingdom or its money

Bare bottoms banished
before being tossed outside to play,
It watches – full

whilst we feast on garden gnomes.

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Debbie Tunstall is a writer from St Helens, Merseyside. She enjoys writing and reading and is featured in the anthologies, ‘ Fireflies ‘ ‘ Hope ‘ and ‘ Embers. ‘