The magic world of Mother between her illusion and reality.

Looking through the window
one sees peace and harmony,
the tranquillity of spring,
and the joy that brings -
the sun shining brightly,
birds all singing,
the cat basking in
the warmth of the sun's rays,
the travelling snail leaving silvery trails,
the bee collecting nectar from flowers sweet,
trees and plants sway in the wind,
all the while the sundial
is smiling at its shadow dancing.
But underneath this fabric spread
like some picture, perfect picnic
the reality is -
the cat wants to eat the bird,
another bird wants top job,
a bee is watched by a hungry spider,
the snail will succumb to a grisly finale,
and someone will cut down all the plants.
One concludes it's not harmonious at all.

Reviews

[Ruth]

I always did enjoy pondering over your poetry Andrew...the reality is often so much harsher than what we perceive or wish things to be. Cleverly done :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Ruth, haven’t been on much with all things impacting at the moment, but I shall reply soon.