What The Soul Looks Like [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A soul looks like beautiful books covered in pink; I tried
blue but that book looks like pyjamas, the one in silver is
pristine delight, my lamp decorated with imitation crystals
shines the nativity scene with the Bethlehem star twinkling
in a silver wrapper

Shiny silver container behind symbolises cloud covering,
elevation of heaven, my porcelain fairy resembles an angel
in a glass vase and a plastic fairy behind, higher in another,
looks like a soul ascended with attendant mermaid and
small fairy on each side

Is this my soul’s look-alike, a glass table covered with things
I treasure, flowers on a pink card ably covering the blue
pyjama-pants book, a cloth with silver designs on which my
menagerie resides; if the soul shines within our choices of
decoration and everything dear to us – then my soul

Is filled with imitation flowers showing beauty and colour –
men would have sports players firmly entrenched in their
minds, their soul would consist of a field with miniature
players and a ball where feverish games are played and
replayed until they have

Memorised each move – I prefer my decorated soul to this
male world - the Weakest Link is probably also played and
replayed, the cold voice of the presenter cutting through
rugby and soccer games, while cricket is being played in
another corner of the soul

18 April 2013