the leaf corkscrews
twisting light
a falling flicker
was Cerberus born with three heads?
or did more grow
as life tossed him more to snarl at?
an orange flower trumpet
on a gust of breeze
bedecks the dog's soft, white ear
did Medusa always have snake hair?
or did her brain revolt -
every loved one turned to stone by her gaze?
the children take turns
to fall backwards off a floating donut
puffing and shouting
my eyes graze the scene
both inward and outward
waiting for something to blossom.
Just some ponderings…
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some great lines here: the second stanza is stunning —
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It was your moats that inspired the thought about Cerberus. 🙂
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really? I’m honoured; it’s good when we inspire each other 🙂
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