Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Somehow, I found myself inside the Tower of London

There I was, prancing around, wearing the Queen’s crown

So splendid, magnificent, it felt like wearing new clothes

I could hear the ravens in their cages

They knew I was here. I wondered if the noise

Would alert the guards on their night patrol

I didn’t care. I felt dazzled by the beauty of her jewels

The security lights made each jewel dance

The colours jumping along with their own beauty

Why must such treasures be locked away?

The Hope diamond, rubies, sapphires

I wanted to take them all home with me

Knowing full well, I could never get inside the cabinet

Alarms would ring, I would be locked inside the Tower

A traitor to the Crown, yet here I am, wearing it

Looking at it at the same time.

I woke clutching a small sapphire

Had I brought something back from a dream?

I scanned the newspapers, not a mention of someone

Invading the Tower. No sapphire reported missing.

Somehow my love of splendid jewels had transferred one

Into my hand. Should I return it, risk being branded a criminal?

I think not, for it was a gift from the dream world…

©anitadawes