![]() ![]() Which taunts and scolds me to calm the claimįor more days of dangerous vain tainted venom Into rapids extinguishing hot pulsating harm Loving the saltpetre of a spa bath drop descent ![]() To the captivating idea of a last biting graspįrom intakes of breath into open eyes again Plunging me back into dizzy abandonment's past That it will capsize and spring open floodgates Wanting to escape but in awe of its might Until I am summoned to a trembling portalīiting on its handles like a moon crazed wolf Yet gorgeous is its precipitous edging test In on the outstretched reach of a relentless tide To wade through a drowning press of paradise The excesses needing knee breeches on both sides Overflowing from the safety of inner recesses My firmly held happiness into crowning cries You suspend on the bridge an apex and deck I feel it's formation in an archway of neck Surround a fresh discovered vale to defile To form rivulets which in their mystical midst The slim tip of your tongue elusively unkindįlickering like a searching candle in a caveĭripping in irregular beats an anti-doting ![]() Purple as inky clouds penetrating my mind Your lifeline lips offering a hint of moist buoyancy The control over hands gives me false hopeīut I find a clearing of purity overwhelms meĬaught helpless in all I add to mire seeping cruel I could only try to endure your body heatīut out of focus pours into a concentrate So lavishly luxurious their condensing iniquity We close in privacy like a whispered prayerĬonfession spilling loosely off shouldersįlowing undressed like some burlesque fantail I sink lengthways on to beached magnificenceįearing no fences bind this brimming shore With the thistledown afloat, so still with golden motes in air.įills my soul with gentle feeling and a rolling tear, unplanned,įor this blend of quiet ambivalence through my beauteous rural land.īy all means come closer where in a blinkįorcing mine to yield to look's vortex power There’s a special, quiet majesty pervading here, so fair Young heifers graze in clover in the dell down by the brookĪnd the fantail dances daintily seeking insects in the nook With sweet laburnum’s perfumed heads a nodding by the gate. Summer grasses long and dry stand statuesque and straight With afternoon the waning sun lies hot on sultry airĪnd little girls in pretty frocks skip by with not a care. Tumbling from flower to flower collecting nectar’s day. Hordes of buzzing, bumble bees so clumsy in their way, Of ruffled, pinkish bottle brush amassing high and low. Looms aloft with leafy bough so softened by the show The hosting ancient Kamahi looms loftily, so grand. ![]() With exquisiteness of spiky bloom embellishing it’s charm.Ĭascading down the grizzled trunk of gnarled and twisted hand This epiphyte, so infinitely, delicately free.Ī lattice work of green finesse, a miniature Cezanne Greens and gold of lattice work cascading down the tree, Skeletons, fire-pits, witches, cauldrons and Old Nix,Īnimals of evil’s calling, tricker-treaters Hallow’s Eve and ****** grit! Trumpets hailing arrival, of Pale Rider, can you hear his tune?įantail feathers strain the sight of harvest-yellow moon, Little dwarves and wolves and serpents crawling leftover people bits, Skeleton-scythes, thorny-stars, swaying in the swoon,įire-pits and witches brew and cauldron’s smoking tricks? Fantail feathers, of a hazy, 'yellow-orangish-moon'… ![]()
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