Cuckoo’s Boots

at the kerbside bluebells smudge

a pallid watercolour cobalt wash, 

a haphazard swathe of beautiful inky milk,

that mists the eye, 

but don’t stare at bluebells

their colour crystallizes and the vague effect

dissipates becominng real, hard, solid

and in losing their otherworldliness

they shrink and parch, submitting meekly

to the sturdy custard primroses.

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© Graham Sherwood 05/2021