A Lemon Yellow Story
Apples are the early birds
Each pink and green mixed
Take us, put us in place
Yes, you are welcome
Smiles the gold plated goat's horn
The twilight cat meows
I'll hold the apples
Insist the maple leaves
Oranges join them
What a rainbow game
Comes up the cucumber
Amber light fondles it
From the bushes rises the voice
Why not me
Looks up the fruitlet eyes
Of the green pineapple scales
Holding up its vibrant tropical flavour
The horn is filling and collaging
Won't you make the Ikebana
The pattern on the rim of the horn
Grins the stems and leaves
Sure, said the tulip fingers
A gentle white and brown goat
Looks on from a small distance
The stockpot receives the treasure
Gourds grapes and chocolate too
The tulip fingers hold them up to her nose
Ah what a horn of an abundance
Is he free now, she says to herself
The teacher, a banyan tree in fact
The shade of the evergreen tree
Had healed her bleeding wounds
Which she couldn't speak about with anyone
The school teacher acted an umbrella
Turned the venom a sweet lemon
The regard had got converted into a blossoming rose
The evening under the tree is starlit
Raw green odours reach the lungs through nostrils
The cornucopia smiling in her hands
She hands it over to him, thank you
The golden owl mops the residual daylight
Fireflies weaving a lemon yellow story
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28 April, 2020
Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2020
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