Fiddling With Their Blarney
--- a triparshva by Barbara A Taylor (Australia) and Moira Richards (South Africa)
snowflakes
a snowstorm of petals
over the equator
taking off the layers
four weeks early
a grey dove scooping
my white cat's fur
from the hedgerow
away from the headlines
still working for peace
a cold moon
winding shrouds of mist
around the newly dead
colourful changes
for the house on the hill
*
foreclosures
sending the banks
over the brim
a sudden crash
lightening frightens the sky
do these silver streaks
mean I'm too old
for summer love?
my holiday's romances
courtesy Mills & Boon
dressed in drag
a gallant knight
sweeps me off my feet
stomp stomp stomp
our giant carbon footprints
throughout generations
the family trees
of destruction
a forest turning
into the shades of flame
in the moonlight
a smoke on the porch
with six pumpkins
Linus dear
come on in already!
*
round and round
an antlion carefully bores
its sandy pit
to hell with our work
lets go to the beach
mexican waves
waver, ripple, reel
across the bleachers
beware the wee folk
fiddling with their blarney
singing their songs
of sixpence, baby birds
all baked in a pie
losing a tail
for the grand lift off!
~~~
a triparshva by internet collaboration August 12 2008 to 12 December 2008
first published Blue Fifth Review, Spring/Summer 2009
