illustration: Delphine Woods |
I made a gaudy tree swing in a bosky garden glade
From rope and wood and scraps of toile, with scissors and a
blade.
I dangled my concoction from an old and knobbly tree,
Between a pink clematis and a sweet mint Kolibri.
I sat in it and twizzled it and swayed it to and fro’.
I spun it rather speedily and then I made it slow.
I read in it, then lay in it and had a little doze
Amidst the cheery sparrows and a rambling yellow rose.
I used it as a sanctuary to hide from rowdy crowds,
Unwinding ‘neath the dappled shade, whilst gazing at the clouds.
I scrawled a composition as I jiggled in the breeze:
A song about a ladybug, a beetle and some bees.
I had a celebration on a fine midsummer’s night,
With streamers, flags and bunting and a bonfire burning bright.
I lounged inside my saggy swing and watched the wine cascade,
Content to be secluded from the raucous cavalcade.
But then I left it hanging in the brume and in the snow,
And after countless bouts of rain the mould began to grow.
The clothe went black and dotty and expelled a putrid smell.
No longer was my gaudy swing a pleasant place to dwell.
1 comment:
Love the sound of that swing and its setting 🙂
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