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Steve Page Jan 2018
A dab of rhythm
and a splash of rhyme
over a stretched canvas
of childhood
bring to mind
daffodils on clouds
and tygers burning their way
through forests
while the dying jaberwocky smiles
through fearsome jaws
bemused by the man waving
too far from shore.

And to one side a walrus
unconsolably weeps
having consumed
one too many oysters
unwittingly adding
to the commercial value
of the sea shells on the sea shore.

In the corner
a patient spider
chats to a passing fly,
oblivious of the forecast
of torrential rain,
which proves resistant
to any admonishments
to go away until another day.

Down comes the rain
and a hoard of children
pile into an old shoe
ignorant
of the empty food cupboard
thanks to their gluttonous dog.

And surveying the whole scene
is a benevolent coal stained king
smoking through a managerie of a beard,
wondering where his second shoe has gone to...

I sigh, put the kettle on
and whitewash the whole canvas
to start afresh.
With thanks to:
William Wordsworth
William Blake
Lewis Carroll
Stevie Smith
Anonymous
Mary Howitt
Sarah Catherine Martin
Mother Goose
Edward Lear
Traditional
LeoZilba Nov 2020
Crippled thief.........I have sown.........you steal in darkness..........I sow now my field.........my food feeds menwomen..........my little plow shall BE
PROTECTED..............
Now finally
Faith........................I look to you...........my squirrels.......to protect all I am.......don’t let the thief take my sow...........for I will not fight......for if you will not......this is naught
The finality of the soul is so hard to show.......it’s for all.....not me....not you......you cloaked dagger of harbingers fright....you glassed managerie of darkhind vert.....you want....you NEED.....you no different
HELP
WHO SHALLgift the feigned apprentice his just consequence of LIGHT...?
I shall not
If in the frosted vessel of this plantations skinned submissions vessel.......if you pass the torch to.....totottotototo.............the ****** hunter..........shame
I leave my seed at YOUR mercy...........hark the *******,...no.......his ******* not what you think.......that’s his cloak..........his is so tremored inside......he cloaks with outward flaw..........
Will
U
Let
Me
My
Beavers pearl
Will u let it be
..........devoured

Help
Me
It’s Mine!

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