Someone took a grandfather clock

for a ride in a convertible Morris Minor.

I thought ,

How considerate!

My furniture doesn’t get out much.

So I took my chest of drawers ,

in a Vauxhall Zafira,

to the Isle of Mull –

a truly magical place.

We drove across the uplands,

where eagles spiral effortlessly

into moody clouds.

I felt inspired.

I took it to the western coast

where atlantic waves spit foam

over hexagonal basalt rock.

It was uplifting.

I showed it beaches

where laser white sand radiates

and you could look across and

see America

if the world were not so round

I felt euphoric.

I took it to see places

where otters hunt

and the shrieks of oystercatchers

pierce the wind.

I felt fulfilled.

Then I took it to the tip.