on fermenting sap and pollen,
like wasps and bees?
And are there epic stories
imprinted on wings that flicker as they fly,
quirky cartoons like the ones we drew
in the corners of our exercise books?
I’ll have to wait
until drowsy summer days, when I’ll hide
in the long grass behind the willow
and wait for old world swallow-
tails, red admirals and cabbage whites
to play back their Technicolor beauty.
Kim M. Russell, 14th March 2019
Shay is back with another poetry challenge. She says that she often has a particular song on her that asks the question: ‘Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?’ and also refers to the novel Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?
Shay would like us to write poems that ask interesting and original questions.