Underneath my fingernail,
there is a flower.
Beneath the leaves
of the tree of life,
there is light.
Take me to where
knowledge does not exist;
So that my face
can always say: -
Ignorance is bliss.

Copyright Dorothy E. M. Blayney
21st January 2025.

There once was a girl who needed a treat,
ignited the stove, and turned up the heat.
Her cupboard was bared,
and linens were aired,
and USDA inspected the meat.

Prodding morsels,
blissfully wasting away,
a delicious trance.

When I owned the moon,
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
            ing

            fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.