Long Dormice Poems

The Naked brazen placid blue
Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses
Who unleashes his growing anger and fury
Obliterating and defeating his enemy
Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable shroud
With utter contempt
And spews his venom
Impregnating his virgin...

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White rabbits in the clouds again, and other things I cant explain,
Like washing drying in the sun, and white lace curtains being spun,
And faces smiling through the lace, soft voices from another place,
That ask me...

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A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES

I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.

But when I saw him just last week,
I...

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A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES

I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.

But when I saw him just last week,
I...

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Twas the end of year when nights grow dark 

And stars twinkle in midnight sky. 

The earth was asleep and trees leaflessly slumbered, 

Under the hedges sheltered small creatures and birds 

While hedgehogs snuffled and...

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Shadows darting here and there
Whispers echoing through the air
The Gentle wind sighing in delight
Under a starry, moonlit night.

Dormice rustling leaves for food.
Wide eyed owl in grumpy mood
Brushtail fox goes walking by
Brock the badger gives a...

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Against all odds
I live to breath-in the daylight
that filters through dark curtains.

The green plant (grown from seed)
is still sleeping.
I forgot what kind it is, it has no name
but against all odds
it flourishes in a dream-like...

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The nights out here are bright and clear,
Light pollution is not a fear, the North Star 
Is unusually bright, while Venus shows its 
Distant light.

The nights out here are clear and bright,
The clouds the stewards...

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Trees display vibrant colours that fall in a glorious, crunchy tapestry.

Fruits are ready to harvest, lush blackberries, golden crabapples, plump, purple sloes covered in their purple blush.

Prickly hedgehogs and sleepy dormice gorge themselves in readiness...

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child-like eyes I look at the waving flowers
only ones as blue as this can be called the cornflower
resplendent in any bouquet loved by many artists,
noted favourite of Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer
fields of cornflowers make everyone...

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