She opens her Harry Potter suitcase
and peels back the tartan blanket.
First, she puts in the matches because
she’s really good at lighting them
(and to light a candle if she’s in the dark).
Next, the big key that opens anything
so she can always open her front door.
She needs a teapot to pour the tea,
and a multicoloured flower teacup
and saucer. A book of fairy tales
in case she gets bored. A little box
with a nativity to remind her of the play
she’d been in at school. A wristwatch
to know the time. She packs a tin
of rhubarb seeds to remind her
of her granddad, and so she can dip
it in sugar like home. She adds
her favourite toy to comfort her
on the journey, a photo framed
to remind her of her family, a copy
of Bosworth in Rome for the adventure.
She brings sheet music in case
she wants to sing, yarn that unwinds
all the way home so she can find
her way back, and spices to make
her room smell of her garden.
A tiny ukulele. A hat in case
it rains or is sunny.
And a jack in the box for a joke.
She folds the tartan blanket,
closes the lid carefully. And sets off.