Running on a midnight errand.
Feet are fleeing, ravens scaring.
Turning ever into the speckle sprinkled starry night
Satyrs frolicked, hooves click clacking.
Trees were groaning,
twigs were snapping.
Ants a-marching,
spiders napping,
Underneath the twilight's twinkling sleepy secret sigh.
Perfumed air and baby dewdrops,
Summer sweetgrass whispering true-loves.
Moonlit beams revealing ghost resting on pollen's respite
Up we marched into the hilltops.
Kids in flip-flops,
Dogs and brown hogs.
Fairies flitting,
nymphs a-swimming
Eagerly to see the sight.
Then, amidst the starlit hilltop
grew a tree of moss and hyssop.
Flowers dripping with a softly glowing nectar smelling sweet and light
So they drank the nectar deeply.
Tumbling, laughing,
dancing freely.
Booming, roaring,
whispering meekly.
Before travelling back to their homes awaiting morning light.
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Author:
Zemde (
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Comments1
If only, we could actually Sale
an appreciation of Nature's gifts
to our Youth
like we so expertly Market, that Pagan xmas Tree
and those Capitalist virtues, we adorn it with....!!!
(Another, well 'thought out' and exceptionally Vivid write,
thank you for choosing to share, dear poet):
'Up we marched into the hilltops.
Kids in flip-flops,
Dogs and brown hogs.
Fairies flitting,
nymphs a-swimming
Eagerly to see the sight.
Then, amidst the starlit hilltop
grew a tree of moss and hyssop.
Flowers dripping with a softly glowing nectar smelling sweet and light
So they drank the nectar deeply.'
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