Jellyfish

Jellyfish floating by
Like mushrooms
Pulsing with the ocean currents
Pale blobs that horrify
With long plumes
Trailing like fluorescent serpents

The Old Oak Tree

At the base of the old oak tree

Hidden among the gnarled roots

Comes the sound of minute flutes

Calling you to the fairies’s jamboree

Nimbly follow their music eerie

Oh, the wondrous sights you’ll see

At the base of the old oak tree

Hidden among the gnarled roots

A brownie dances with the nixie

In his fine green bracken suit

Around them hangs golden fairy fruit

If you think it’s lovely, stay here with me

At the base of the old oak tree

Reasons

It’s all about
All about the fun
The twist of words
Braided strand by strand
Woven with cadence
Rhythm and rhyme
Knotted with precision
Until every word is lace
Or else a tangle
It happens sometimes



Written for dVerse.