I lounged on a deck chair at the beach
praising the sun to the skies
for being munificent with its rays.
The sun comes down from the azure sky
shining like it’s beaten the clouds black and blue.
The sky was covered with specks of
bulbous mass of clouds.
The sea flows in kaleidoscopic pattern
looking like a lustrous jewel beetle
encircling the earth, like a shade tree
in reminiscent of cobalt blue, beryl and ultramarine.
Down towards the coast were flock of crystal seagulls
with attractive and distinctive gray and white plumage.
Some standing cockily on beach stones; others flirting proudly
scavenging opportunistically for stray crabs and sand lances.
With gusty chests and beak full of devoured small fishes
they coast ashore on wings like those of pterodactyls
and slither like the America’s drones in Afghanistan.
Alas! A poltergeist damselfly popped up
Its pop up eyes like children’s cartoon in CBeebies channel
It gave me an awful look; took a few steps; and flew away
Ouch! Then I felt pains on my right cheek
That was when I realized I had been bitten by a fire ant
Oops! I was awake; have I been sleeping?
I must confess; I’ve been wallowing in frantic sub-consciousness.
For Anne Currin's contest