Mop Headed Poems | Examples

The Early Morning

The Early Morning

 …… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.

I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture. 
Even the washing line blinks in the morning glory
while casually tossing shadows of clothing 
onto the faded backdrop of a lifeless fence.

Slowly, the morning’s lungs breathe out
and shirt, jumper, socks and trousers
start to shadow dance across the enlivened screen.
Then plants freckle themselves onto the slatted stage,
a neighbourly, mop-headed flower peeks curiously over
while an aged, garden spade stirs from its earthy reverie.
They all want to connect to the merriment,
parading in this slapstick, fashion-lit show
while the garden fence just creaks with laughter.