An Original Poem by Brian Thornley.
The iridescent bilateral polygons
Crumbled in the vivacious basin
As the peppermint moonbeams
Swayed in the pixelated archipelago
Congruent in their deceit
Marching ever forward
In a flurry of sentimentality
Unduly slipping out of tempo
And immoderately huddling for warmth
While the pitted stones blanched deliriously in silence
Arching their quixotic backs
While the caroling quasars
Captured in jars
Gravitated towards chauvinistic Tsars
And all the while the jaded Crux
Dangled furiously in the wilting rubble
Unconditionally aware of the glistening brambles
Yet stoically unsurpassed by the stilted salutations
And uncompromisable by the standards of the basin
Indirectly fueled by the grim situation
Quivering beneath, the unwaveringly bespectacled lark
Watched with triumph from the undying dark
As his elastic loyalty and cutting remark
Set ablaze the lacerated park
This must be a gloriously colourful poem! Even without colours it sounds colourful…