Wild makeover by Niall Machin

Wild makeover

I want to carpet my bedroom with bluebells

Have a lawn of daisies in the front room

And a bed of wild garlic across the kitchen floor

A natural waterfall shower

With a curtain of glistening aspen leaves

For wallpaper, the wings of moths

Brocades, coronets, underwings

I will replace the TV with a window

Looking out onto the bird feeders

And would sit, feet up on an otter

A fox curled around my shoulders

And two dormice for hand warmers

For my alarm clock a song thrush

Issuing its thrice-repeated notes

The doorbell replaced by a pair of collared doves

Asking callers ‘Who are you’?

And instead of incoming texts, messages, calls and bleeps

An army of crickets, grasshoppers and cicadas would

Herald dawn, midday and dusk 

And I would sleep on a bed of cushioned moss 

With springs of heather

Niall Machin has had poems featured in Bath Magg, Atrium Poetry, 192 Magazine, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Anthropocene Poetry and The Lake. He works as an ecologist and lives in Wiltshire watching the skies and bothering moths.