You can gently touch the sock monkeys (a poem)

Inspired by a photograph I took of a sign next to a piece of art at VALA last month…

How could you not?

Felt and socks and pom-poms and soft and plush…

AND IT’S A PILE OF SOCK MONKEYS!

Who knows from whence they came?
Or where they will go when the scrum breaks up?

Or what they will find hiding underneath…

(2 January 2017)