A dandelion clock, with seeds blowing away, against a black background. Photo: By Herbert Goetsch on Unsplash.

'Give us a creed, they begged...'

Poem: Only a poem

'Give us a creed, they begged...'

by Harvey Gillman 9th January 2026

Give us a creed, they begged. 
Something tidy with four corners
that would fit into a box. 
One that would fit nicely
into the cupboard we have constructed with care.
We could take it out at special times.
We could sit around and praise its elegance. 
We could even show it to the neighbours
(well, specially chosen ones, of course).