Practice, practice, vibrant mauve-gold
smoke rings for my lady.
Goddess grants this smiling day
ritual of play.
Glory Glory fat silver swords
swashing, caressing, violating the air.
You with your act of splendour, curtseys,
curses, all guaranteed to cure
a thousand years of sleep.
Once upon a forest
clip-clop horse hoofs
noses snorting change
seasons – paleo to neo
robins hop to seed greenery
glowing owls, blessedly blind,
grant swift sanctuary beneath brilliant wingspans
illuminated in Arthurian myth,
symbols that yearn like long dormant worms
sucking out dark holes over eons
Today we go to the circus.
hooked to treacly tether
sharing sweet secrets
Mind the invisible netting,
safe from trailers hurtling from highway
or perennial city bus discharge; zombie drivers
only intent on fulfilling the schedule, home before
The circus is superb.
Imagine, a swarming trampoline ignites, grand fireflies
sparkling dayglo spraypaint into heaven.
Imagine noble elephants, gravely kneeling,
telepathic tremolo soothsayer vibration
carries dreamtime back to Earth.
Imagine a dandelion trail outside the
breathful breezes of mint and lilac
destiny swells to crescendos of urgency.
Imagine the day that dawns when
you are no longer dreaming.