When Monday sinks its teeth in flesh,
and worries freeze your dreams afresh,
remember Friday’s freedom sings
where icy fears melt into wings.
Trees put on their nightgowns and nod their heads in rest;
Sleepy river slows its pace, in tranquil stillness dressed.
Sky relinquishes its light, and dons a sober air;
Clouds are wrapped in bedclothes, adopting night-time stare.
Shadows stir and start their prowl as traffic lights cast glows;
Twinkling lampposts stretch and yawn and grab their party clothes.
Moon awakes, and with a grin, takes his night-owl perch;
A role-reversal supervised by watchful eye of Church.
So – this is a little different. You as readers are voting for the poem you think best captures this awesome photograph!
1/ “Ah, just right -I say, this is the life!
Warm sun, cool breeze, and a reed for a nap.
Now if a fine fly were to wander by,
That would be the feather in my green-skinned cap!”
2/ “Thinks she can ditch me, does she? The wretch.
Well, there are plenty of others in the pond. I’ll catch
Such a plump and slimy and speckled mate
When she sees us together, she’ll be heron bait!”
3/ “Get that camera out of my face!
How would you like it if I invaded your space?”