Sunday, June 19, 2016

Passage To Summerland

Passage To Summerland
17 X 15
Watercolor on Paper by Melanie Lee


                                                                                                                                                                                                                Passage To Summerland                                                     
Our guide was a Trickster
who always smelled skanky
we held our hanky
discreet to nose
 hoping fair winds
would deliver us gladly
from  armpits gone badly.

 Asses in gear sweeties!
Trickster yelled with abandon
Sashay up that hill, 
sidle over those humps.
 I  see ya, I gotcha
    now don't be a goose 
just look out for the bumps.
                                                                           
Darkling lowlands now behind,
ascent ground on blind
through smokey webs and blackened barbed wire.
Came a lonely blue valley with dusty red fire 
hosanna, we  fell on our knees in surrender
 to a large happy lemon
                                                       oozing hope from a blender.                                                                                                                                                                                
 Noon blazed high
when the end burst in sight,
 resurrection stood by
 Trickster shone in the light.
Fresh shirt, sweet pits
 cleaned up right smart as 
 lilacs from heaven bloomed out his heart.

                                                          Let go of my hand dears
he said with a wink
 I know what you think 
but I'm merely a link.
  That yellow? That mirth?
Pay homage to Summerland,
you're now guests on earth.






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