“farcical bloomery”
In the meadow of impossible mornings,
the daisies exhale in a trumpet’s blush,
petals fluttering like embarrassed fans as
the air fills with laughter disguised as wind.
Rosehip hiccups, clouds of lavender smoke,
their thorns rattling like spoons in a drawer.
Lilies bow low, releasing secret choruses,
a brass band hidden in their stems.
Children chase the gusts,
catching invisible balloons of fragrance,
while the sky itself wrinkles with mirth,
blue fabric stitched by invisible seams.
And I, wandering through this orchestra,
learn that Beauty isn’t always solemn—
it giggles, it sputters, farting flowers fair,
a garden of jokes blooming in full colour.
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Powerfully penned, Kesner. Crisp and precise imagery, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Many thanks, Damian. Means a lot. 🕊️🙏
Lovely description. Enjoyed the vision you created.
Many thanks, voi. Made my day 🙏🕊️
Oh, I wish for just one hour to play as a child in your impossible meadow, or just five minutes as the old man I am; what a wonder that would be! But I will take this one out on occasion and play with it here in my head a while when troubling times require some canny lift-me-up. Yes, this will do nicely, but there’s always room for more. Thank you fredd; I’m still smiling, and I know it will grace my face several times tonight as I drift away to wherever we go when life releases us to fumble in the darkness. Thank you for this lovely present.
That is an excellent share, dear FD. There is that meadow that indeed brightens the darkness and pauses the fumbling for a delicious interlude. Many pleasant returns. 🕊️🙏
Thanks for the thanks, and know that I had to reread this piece three more times while here, just for the giggles; it makes me see those very old hilarious colored cartoons with the crazy characters like Betty Boop (my all-time favorite anime crush), before Disney homogenized them all.
Like Jessica Rabbit, you mean…homogenised, although she seems to be from WB if I’m not mistaken.
Well, I like Jessica, but I mean the really OLD cartoons, probably 20, 30 years or more before the very sexy Jessica. These were before Mickey. I’ll have to do some research and get back to you.
You were probably thinking of Red Hot Riding Hood as Olive Oyl doesn’t seem to match the raciness of these other caricatures. (Early 30’s before the censors kicked in) methinks.