A Treasure Scene from the Night Garden


Moonlit burrows winding aimless,going by scent.
Sightless sees radiant blooms brushing fragrance on dark fur.
There is whispered talk from above.
She listens.
Melody purrs from the window, talk of forever: wanting, needing.
A Mermaid, talking of lands by the sea;
He, the Scream King, talks of shadows where he is waiting.
Shrew smiles to herself, knowing the characters well.
Tiny claws scratch at the dirt, as she tries to see in the window
But too small, can only listen and dream,
Two lovers come together, and just the garden to hear.


A poem for you and your prize.
I think it will be the first of many on the same subject,
much like monet and his paintings of the same scene in different lights.
I hope you like it.


© dark one, minstrel shrew