while winking in the window
mouthes a merry face
through the mottled granite pane
by the tree so like a fez!
slinking through the moonlight
the grouse in dead of day
soft its heartbeat is; we hear
the sleepy suburb’s sigh, in
blue baize lentil parsonages
and parasols of flame, with
mouldy ostrich eggs alive
quite neatly hung on stems,
all for ten green bottles-o
trampling out the week!
Wonderful play of language and image - love it.
ReplyDeleteRobbie, where did you take that photo?! Is it cross eyed? As for 'lentil parsonages' and 'parasols of flame'...I never cease to be surprised and delighted by your imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all — the photo I'm afraid was just one I found on the internet, not sure if it has been doctored or not. Was in a cheeky mood this morning!
ReplyDeleteps it's a 'majestic owl'; perhaps I should have included a pussycat too.
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