April 5. We were asked to choose a musical genre and a line for inspiration then select one or more words from a list to include in our poem – I chose to try and use them all in a frivolous poem
Imagine, if you would,
A centaur playing a dulcimer aboard a yacht,
Its hooves tip tip tapping to time on the highly polished boards
As his glossy sable mane swooned on the ocean breeze.
Could you conjure up sharks in tuxedos dancing with butterflies of purple and green wool?
Between the interstitial nonsense, and, under the moonlight,
Might you envisage vanilla vampires singing arias of love for long lost shadow bones?
If you peeled back the hidden shadow layers of cold perception,
Would you spy bright yellow Hollyhocks with tender pink petal lips,
Seducing snow-white roses reclining by the pool in a bouquet of honeydew melon?
Feast your senses on this junket of caprice,
Taste the music on offer on the saline zephyr,
Let Fleetwood Mac not hold you back Jack,
And before the clock ticks its last chain of moments away,
Remember, her name is Rio and she dances on the sand.
So, ask the centaur to play like you are about to cry for the banquet of missed opportunity.
Imagination is not a concrete monument.
And yet,
Infield refuses to fit.
Missives & Musings 