The Colours of the Senses
Outside the door
Is a fresh spring day,
The scent of pale green hues
tinged with lavender.
Comes crashing down,
The sound of raging dark blue shades
Roaring above a pool of black
Growing free upon the hill,
The taste of deep purple
Unattainable royalty.
Carpet the forest floor.
Red to the touch
Is their prickle defence.
Unravels its shining skein.
I see its golden beauty
As the day ends.
Tarzan's Pool
I see the trees framing the bridge
As I tread a well-worn trail
Through a forest harbouring relics
To find a forgotten, shrouded pool.
I hear the operatic chorus,
The hum of the mosquito’s tune,
The flick of the lizard’s tongue,
My echoing footsteps.
I smell the must of mystery,
Sunbeams warming water,
Rocks, lichen, leaf mould
Come to life as scents.
I sense the silent creatures
Move beneath the water
The unseen reaches of the forest
Left untouched by humankind.
I am a gateway to another time,
I am the orchestra of the forest,
I am the guardian of the past,
I am
A
secret place.
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