I watch the night creep along
the slender pink bough of next door’s gum
illuminated by that ha’penny moon
and dripping with bronze
questions thicker than Pooh Bear’s
honey. I lie here, thoughts traveling
‘round and around like Piglet’s footsteps
in the snow, small but firm I guess, and
as trotters would, imprinting deeply
the craters we make ourselves
dark and melting cold, good for little
except wet toes and, at this hour,
the weariness of tomorrow’s headache
already glimpsable. I fix eyes on that
elegant limb, that marshmallow evening,
that eucalypt heart and each question
drips gold and viscous into the
puddle I have imagined on the pavement
ripe for tomorrow’s gumboots.
While imagined stomping children
and the puddle’s gradual displacement
in sticky footprints heading away
I slowly drift too and sleep finds me.
In the morning,I unstick each eyelid
wiping away drowsy golden gloop
without surprise.
Out of the Cave 
I think it’s layered on a bit thick 🙂 but it’s a great opening and the pooh bear conceit works well … and then you lose me a bit but then comes that great, magical ending reprising the honey image —
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I wrote most of it in the middle of the night. I can’t decide if the laying it on a bit thick is an actual comment or just a pun. 🙂
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it is both 🙂
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Ok. I will think about what you mean.
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You make having trouble falling asleep sound like a good time :P. I like the the imagery; it’s rich.
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Thank you. 🙂
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‘questions thicker than Pooh Bear’s
honey’ – love it! 🍯
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