March 2018 Collage Poem: Changes

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Poetry in unusual places

Yarn-bombing red as a spaniel

Line of poetry clutters in clusters

 

Faeries and Diddymen, aliens and witches

We transcend to rainbows when we die

Cold coffee cup clocks stuck at half-past six

 

The witch her face disfigured

Better methinks burnt at stake.

 

Lost in the past watching swallows flying north in spring

Swallows in blue suits, red bows and sweet voice migrate into our lives.

 

A dance of dead frogs and aliens

fairies and frogs dance in endless time

As ladies chatter, clatter and nothing

Else matters.

 

 

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Nigel Astell

Tue 20th Mar 2018 14:38

The World of poetry has yet another Collage poem entering the W O L atmosphere!

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