easter bonnet

…

glue a sinking boater
with droopy dead daffodils
& tulips as well

then hyacinth too
so red, green & blue
with yellowing edges

wrapped in blooming blackthorn
a crown from those hedgerows
fit for an archetype

goosegrass from the garden
( which grows sooner each year )
a smear of rabbit shit

a spring lamb’s tail
& their afterbirth as well
a handful of raincloud

a whiff of fallow musk
a purring willow’s catkin
& a shiny splodge of frogspawn

plus a creme egg wedged
in a rubber chicken’s arse
stuck atop the lot

…

this isn’t

…

a letter from
the attic of
your long, lost uncle

a song about
your country cousin’s
chicken casserole

another of those
alt-accounts
( beware the many bots )

the reason why
it’s blue above
& no, not grey today

a diatribe
uncontacted
& ranting in the wilds

dear reader of
each clattering
this isn’t haiku or

an ode to
a pygmy shrew
nor a carrion crow

oh,

even though
it may seem so
sometimes the cuckoo lies

…