Boggart

I look at tough situations

often seeing it as ridiculous.

Like a boggart in a cupboard,

that dies with my laughter.

More you provoke,

more you stimulate my brain.

Often I imagine my provocateur

red faced, shake of anger,

popping veins on forehead…

Some even come with inborn horns,

jealous of happy and afraid of pictures!

And then it happens. The explosion!

Steam coming out their nostrils and ears.

Angry words thrown in arguments and taunts.

So I laugh more or have a smirk.

As I look at tough situations and provocateurs,

often seeing them as boggarts,

I laugh and cry “Riddikulus”.