this day of cutlery and pencils
of throwing you to the wind in handfuls of goldtumbles
and the wingbeats of dunnock on the marshes
vetiver day, drumming beyond mindsounds, beyond pulse and blink;
swansdown cloud gowns you
as bee sheds stylops, smiling.
empty imago
crumbling soft-fossil; dustgusts this day
Instrumental music, gorgeous tones and soft textures.
I love this, so very creative. And there in the midst of it all is the ordinary dunnock. Excellent.
Thank you both very much.
Innovative wordplay. Every line is novel to read and beckons a rich imagination. ^_^ (And I echo Paul’s and Crafty’s comments above.)