ONE who trims the tops off waves to watch them bleed white curlicues? Only the ‘arbourist TWO boy with bent knees swims loudly in the pool belly through a doughnut hole face a joy of sun and blue splash flings three metres high drops as big as bees (those hopscotch occupants of drooping big belled trees) pollen in the rain roulette glistening bludgeons and happy shouts THREE soft smut of wetted air ghost of a vanished rainbow the fog is lifting
Inspired by Miz Quickly “Turn and face the Strange”
3 thoughts on “Face the Strange”
Drops as big as bees; what a marvellous image that is!
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Thanks, Misky. 😊
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That first couplet hooked me. 🙂