Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
On my way here,
Demi-lucid
Supine in
a white
wheelie
bin,
guess what?
What?
got some treasure
fallen it was
like a woman
loose, heavy,
easy display:
golden showers!
Reef
obtuse lanquid splashes
lit dense wet grass,
teasing out
emerald,
silver crystal
ephemeral sprites:
like
trinkets, but too
quick, robust,
capricious to pocket,
to show off
after
to softer, bolder presences…
Noon’s Guys gathered round,
casting shorter shadows,
Origin – a higher calling:
sotto voce potentates,
you know the sort,
plotting spring offensives
left me none the wiser
in fact
Sort of stiff,
jabs in brachia,
pains more swamped than killed.
Still a worry thought
cause for concern
thence diversion.
Two, no three, doughnuts.
Whoosh! Guess what?
It had gone.
Grimbeau 