written by: Nobby66
Ferns sway, palms outstretched,
October rains trickle- ripple down mud path,
moulding myriad fluid mirrors.
Zig-zag runs every crack,
soaking lichen clad boulder walls,
perfectly pointed ice age shuffles.
Crooked crevices, scars imbibe,
channel sable cloud drip-drops...
impatient stalactite-mites asunder.
Alien plodder tugged by elasticised Jack Russell
prominent pebble to centurion stone.
Jet thicket corners grow darker,
inky shrub shadows creep...
Low browed sun dapple-daggers flighty firs.
Maples shed curly showers, Canada’s finest.
Gnarled conifer bark- men bark, contort,
ganged, upon a Coffee-Bar Bough on an old oak,
cat-cawing in unruly rows....
Sniggering every sloppy slip,
in dank, lifting air mist ...
Half murk, half conjures staccato scenes,
take centre shot, while Blackbirds preen,
an ‘End of the Pier’ peep show machine routine.
Iron brown, silver birch wavy hearts
breeze spin to ochre carpet of death...
Hero leaf clings to twiggy host.
Ribbit boys bask in puddle filled soak,
croak to the frog canteen,
toads lounge on mushroom stools,
slavering over slug buffet salads and Dragon fly ragout.
Twilight tiny’s lie in wait...
for receding paws.
Invader’s shoes leave their privy estate.
Glow-worms switch on...
Spotlight the Faerie Dell,
rung to gather all in secret Mirrorballed Dell.
Vic Vole and his Fieldmice provide the Big Band tunes,
Francine Fox, bushy-red head, syrupy croons.
Acrobatics, Graz and the Hoppers,
Seth Badger and his mate, front door coppers.
Mime artistes, Antoine Ant and Miss Sofia Webb,
laugh a-long lampooners Bunny and Hare.
Complete the October Dance and Fair...
Princess Fairy Mary’s Latin Formation Team
saucy sequined, winged perfection...
a visual dream
performed for the honeyfication
of the new Bee Queen.
Reside in the Dark Kingdom of Lancashire, England.