Kingillie Was A Miniature Empire Poem by Hugh Fraser

Kingillie was a miniature empire.
It had a mountain with hollows that
I knew precisely. It had lawns that
were fields, each shape - rectangles,
others cut like to make a waistcoat -
as clear to me now as they were then.
Then, I fitted under beds that swallowed
me into a heaven with dust that dropped
down from the canvas above.
The blue lino of the playroom was a
giant rally circuit; the join in the middle
of the floor a vital obstacle.
The book cupboard's rich stink smothered
me in comfort, but its contents hinted
at possibilities.

(Edinburgh,13/8/12)