Fragmentiles

Fragmentiles

Once a blue moon,
a chord struck by dawn chorus
or pink ladies bobbing.
Perfect chime
of sweet bell,
resonance diffused within.
The howl of blue moondog
carries but softly
across the straits of Avalon.

Once a peach sky,
tear streaked from yesterday.
Rustlings of rose garden,
nostalgia and mistletoe
in silhouette.

Once a green bay.
Fireflies guttering
and mermaids sworn to secrecy.
Swallows tease the homespun seadogs
then catch, oblivious, the North wind.

Once purple petals,
on the path.
Crickets' wedding ?
Clematis’ wake ?
Intangible silence
subsumes a
frisson of expectation.

Once a white noise and sea salt.
Surf or skuas wheeling,
Skeletons’ taut sketch
over wine dark water.
Pearl flashes elusive, remembering
that many a flower born to blush unseen.

Once a black sun.
Sadness eclipses
scent of orange blossom.
Water’s glacial prison
and cloudy release,
beams star crossed
in fierce sky.
Twilight tresses skip over
dappled limpids.

Once a brown cow,
larksong in lazy left ear.
Clover hoover.
Would butter melt
in her sacred mouth ?

Once a grey mare,
mistblown in marshland,
imagined rainbow by a child
with a prism
in a secret box
hid under a magic carpet
that furnished
a castle
in the sky.

Once an orange
hung from a desert palm
with olive branches
and fig leaves.
Out of the pure sandblasted breeze
shall come forth sweetness.
Papa’s treats, only if earned,
oases,
fresh cherries on palm Sundae.

Once a gold field,
wall to wall barley.
Nested in midst at dusk,
a boy and a girl,
wrapped in duvet,
rapt in sky and gold dreams.

Once red dust.
Red rage,
Ferraris,
red rag to rust.
Rumour mill whispering, babbling brook.
Is that white light or scarlet tuxedo ?

Once an emerald wood,
conspiracies of vibrance hatched.
Our correspondent on the ground,
asks if blue moondog and red tux
are an item.