jungle morning: a poem

jungle

brilliant short tendrils
come out of a night
full of noises and
dripping and
busy spiders,
gleaming in the first
sun that yawns
its way
past barely open pods of
rainbow orchids,
preparing to meander on the ground,
up a tree,
through dead leaves
towards a light
that is just too far away.

look! a beetle.
brown, green and blue:
its trembling wings.

4 thoughts on “jungle morning: a poem

  1. sarah

    this piece is really nice. i like the random line changes they really emphasise things in the poem

  2. sarah

    this piece is really nice. i like the random line changes they really emphasise things in the poem

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