Three Blonde Mice
Off to other hemispheres
In search of Baby Jane
Where Kevin keeps her free from tears
In storm or hurricane
As best he can...
Drowned in unfamiliar tongues
That flicker out like fire
From dismal depths of foreign lungs
An aboriginal choir
Or African?
Tumultuous tides engulf her
In others' dreams, perhaps
With just the merest hint of sulphur
From their Sleeping Caps
At dark of night
Beneath the mystifying moon
The blue helicopter hovers
We shall not hear the Loud Bassoon
Play songs for star-cross'd lovers
And those in flight
Contributors: | Roland, Chevalier, Apsley, P. E. Nang, Koala Limpet, P Erth, Ixchel, Margaret River, P, shioka. |
Poem finished: | 13th April 2007 by Ixchel. |