Paradise on Pages
The dots grow bigger.
Carved, weaved by those
Tireless years and years and years
Intricate patterns of drained color.
Open your doors,
When black turns to green
And white turns to red –
When up sprouts ancient temples
Magical forests
With their fawns and centaurs
Prancing and dancing
Until their feet bleed
Droplets of red
Apples falling from withered trees
Pierced by thousand-year thorns –
The beak of an iron eagle perhaps
Sailing south
Through vast oceans of cloud
Where narwhals squeak their
High pitched song
Surrounded by rainbow minnows
Darting to and fro
THUNK on the target
Forth from the bow
Of Robin Hood galloping
Through frosted trees,
His footprints grow
Huge, from a gleaming gold
Dragon swaying its neck,
Catching a tiny bluebird
As the covers slam shut.
Locking away mystics and the antics
Shutting out worlds
Where dreams are reality
And reality –
And a tiny blue feather drifts,
Landing on the study room table.
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