05-09-2017, 12:39 AM
A bright parade of parodies, across the blue the pageant swirls.
Grey mares that prance and bears that dance; where twisting spires curl
and writhe up in to heaven's halls,
incongruously freeze and fall
to fly the wind as stinging hail.
Bowed down blue-bells, whence climbed the snail
(when sunshine bid him seek the flower),
lie flattened now; slick-wet they cower
'neath pearls of ice to wait the calm.
The snail is shelled up out of harm.
Curled cold, he waits a summer day
when blasted Spring has blown away.
tectak
May 2017
Grey mares that prance and bears that dance; where twisting spires curl
and writhe up in to heaven's halls,
incongruously freeze and fall
to fly the wind as stinging hail.
Bowed down blue-bells, whence climbed the snail
(when sunshine bid him seek the flower),
lie flattened now; slick-wet they cower
'neath pearls of ice to wait the calm.
The snail is shelled up out of harm.
Curled cold, he waits a summer day
when blasted Spring has blown away.
tectak
May 2017