Strange fruits bluster forth, busy in ripeness
Cotton clouds waft, the moth-winged horse-snail soars.
Sentinel-moths emerge slowly from fronded chrysalis pods...
But watch! Hunger-pointing, the Indian-bird awaits.
Feathered words fly arrow-sharp across the skies
Quill-swinging Spring - feathers and ferns twist and spiral -
fluttering down into moist opulence.
Beetle-black horns spear juicy selections for ready jaws.
Thistles bloom, flowers burst, and pods crackle into fruit.
All encroaches, corpulent abundance.
By Pumpkin constellation - over the mountains, across the valleys -
the Neddy watches, and waits...
... for Alice.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
The poem above was my entry for "Writes of Spring",
inspired by below picture,
but unfortunately it did not make it into the book.
inspired by below picture,
but unfortunately it did not make it into the book.
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| Image © Belinda Suzette |
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