Plutonian dreams

Plutonium Dreams

As the Sun sinks into the pale landscape

and the death star approaches it's point,

the Underworld of Pommegranites,. mouth agape,..

invites me...  attracts me ...

forehead to annoint.

with the ashes of life...  --

Burnt memories of days where Sanscrit and stone waves

paved the garden with Sun rays.

That year...

Sue and Frances boxed well at Kelvingrove park

midst the haze of that summer so sure..

.. in the palace of glass!  where the Tropics are marked

by the Cocoa plants hidden allure.

Tiny forests of mushrooms attracting my eyes

'neath the beautiful moist undergrowth.

George Bernard Shaw would allow me this moment,

so wise...

I surrender myself to them both.

Peter McB  sometime in this here 21st century