March 2018 Collage Poem: Changes
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