Talulah

Who lives here,Talulah?

Behind tiny pink door

In homes made for gnomes

Built of forest bent sticks

Seashells dangling, wicks

Gathered flotsam & trinkets

Talulah squats near with

Bare knees to sea breeze

As if she can fit inside

Her creation with her devotion

Who lives here, Talulah?

Behind tiny pink door

Opening in or out🌀

A threshold to dreams

Or a spring forth to walkabout?

Oh Leaping waters

Of imagination growing here

From forest bark and stone

Oh flowing waters

Of creativity condensing here

From forest dark and seabone

Talulah, she who lives here

Gnome Homes of Love

**Talulah means “flowing water” “leaping waters”