Visions On Vine

Visages staring from branches o’ shrubbery

Perennial renderings in tree and bush exhibition

Unfailingly stern or melancholic in façade

None smile at yeti, dans le beau jardin

What intimation thy presence moot.

 

Why face mournful evergreen verdure?

Fauna existence akin to sapiens morose?

Plant Prozac may uplift from mental canker

Lavender lithium may sooth thy angst

Neurotransmitters desire sustenance phostrogen.

 

Institute warning? Aegis witness?

Thy gargoyle display promises not blithe intent

Notre Dame’s fauna version offers no sanctuary

Bells ring not for thee with thy woebegone countenance

Mark well, if wind changeth, thou may remain that way.

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Gary Strachan View All →

2 kids who've flown the nest, 1 wife whose flown with Jet2. Born at a young age in 1960's Leeds, the author became interested in the literary life when his wife bought him a dog. Having an allergy to dogs, he swapped it for a typewriter. Being unable to train the typewriter to retrieve tennis balls, he reluctantly turned to writing...... Website - www.writesaidfred.org

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