~ Phantasmagoria ~

V1/ As dawn-rise steals a sallow lune,

And morning hoists aeneous balloon;

In glints, from hints of santa’s buckle,

Shift flagpoled hues of honeysuckle.

V2/ From docile scenes in pregnant yawn,

Aroused by schemes, reveille born;

Whence lone star blinks her sleepy orb,

In cornered mind of nature’s fraud.

V3/ Whenst someone, somewhere craves today

To lode inside and tame the fray,

Of ‘morrows, all whisked via secret breath

Which promised life, nay offered death.

V4/ Eburnean, sponge-like clouds of cream,

Yea, touched, by tip-toed reaching queen;

As countess butterfly rides the bow,

And mermaids splash way down below.

V5/ Fierce manticore prance shifting thermal,

In time’s abstract unwound diurnal;

Beneath high vaults of crystal cake,

In hoary sprinkles of niveous flake.

V6/ Lo, summer’s leys burst hyacinth rife,

When bairn believe nymph come to life.

Ballerinas cavort, pirouetting high,

‘Midst gambolling swans ‘neath domino sky.

V7/ Li’l Tommy blows bubbles from a rickety bed,

Bloat vaster than grandma’s tiny head;

Pseudonymous creatures leapfrog gleams,

Then hitch a ride to their next dream.

V8/ Hornbeams, may lower green bough sublime,

To comb their leaves with porcupine,

As raspberry tigers doth play-fight babies,

Then waltz a tune with rotund ladies.

V9/ Skimming diamonds ‘cross the lake,

Like pebbles they bounce a watery wake;

They halt, and plop, then sink in capture,

Below horizoned liquid rapture.

V10/ Unseen beings of agape,

Stretch out their fins to catch this prey,

As keepsakes’ joy they humbly dredge,

These carefree dreams near water’s edge.

THE END