Eelcatcher
The Eel Catcher
Swiftly smearing ourselves on yellow daffs
down dark ravines
spattering starglow hit and miss
moist green almost bright as day
speckling our path,
close to where the eel catcher
walks moonlit laden home.
And up again, twittering skylarks
we must have seemed
bursting through the black.
Rembrandt's colours we surely were
but didn't know the impact of our
sweetly routined days.
Time came to the window
but didn't wait... and left
and yet we filled those hollow days
with mirth to make a bishop smile.
No time we had for those without
the yellow blush upon their cheek.
For we loved the world
as was intended
and time could only stand and smile
while we filled the innocent sky
with our boisterous presence.
