Willow Grove

I saw a magical grove of ethereal willow trees and peculiar lotus petals,
The rich aroma of ancient maple leaves and divine honeysuckle wafting through the air bewitching my tingling senses –

I saw supernatural prehistoric butterflies pulsating their mesmerizingly stunning wings,
Serendipitously dancing with the sensual breeze –

I saw microscopic archangel pixies conjuring entrancing bursts of cosmic stardust,
Chanting heavenly spells and strange incantations,
Delving deep into lost mythological caves of spectacular hallowed beauty –

I saw divine iridescent wreaths of fluttering pearl white lily blossom in the dreamy springtime dusk,
And moonlit evenings of sublime serenity as marvellous to embrace as an ocean of finely quilted cashmere –

I saw a wise peaceful wizard humming soft songs of enthralling joy,
Strolling barefoot cloaked in long flowing garments of mystical woollen fabric,
Sipping odd concoctions and potions meticulously brewed in an enormous stone cauldron,
In his straw-thatched wooden hut hidden deep within the forest –

I saw immense flocks of gargantuan blue mythical dragonflies,
Gloriously gliding and swooping through the vast misty skies overhead –

I saw alluring ripened fruits of scintillating sweetness dangling from fertile sagging branches,
And sparkling paranormal fairy dust and spheres of incandescent starlight,
Floating like exalted orbs between the stoic willow trees –

I saw gorgeous clusters of sublime technicolour wildflowers erupting from the pure earth,
Like a dazzling explosion of vivid rainbows streaming over the resplendent meadow grass –

I saw hypnotically vibrant ribbons glinting in the majestic sunlight as they dapple casually in the soothing wind,
Sweet tweeting songbirds serenading the sacred leaves with mellifluous odes to winter’s exquisite frost –

I saw blessed enchanted Esmerelda,
Sensational maiden of natural ecstasies and holy adoration,
Solitary nymph goddess and saintly sorcerer,
Prancing merrily abound with tenderly quivering fingers, erotically swaying hips and glazed hypnotic eyes,
Hurtling her eerily intense gaze upon the luscious landscape,
As her sensual silk skirt twirls enticingly around her slender thighs –

I heard mysterious owls hooting from secret caverns carved in gnarled knotted oak tree trunks,
Swathes of extra-terrestrial wildlife engulfing this wondrous orchard of holy willows in magnificent splendour –

I saw opulent crystalline prisms of untarnished diamond drooping magically in the air,
Reflecting a million glistening twinkles of multicoloured light,
Tantalisingly entranced by a hauntingly visceral ghost beckoning my spirit down a long and winding cobbled stone path –

I saw heart-warming lines of baby field mice jubilantly roaming the idyllic pastures,
Serenely captivated by the joyous bliss of eternities beautiful embrace –

I heard sonorous clanging gongs and hypnotically vibrating sound bowls,
Resounding their hymns of exaltation through the galaxy,
A shrine of passionate worship and prophetic reverence resting patiently within an everglade of rosebushes with no thorns –

I saw fairy tale nightingales hovering miraculously like a cloud besides floating bubbles of heavenly healing elixir,
Flocks of noble phoenix with shimmering halos of pure gold soaring through clear bright rainbows in the magnificent horizon –

Poem by Stamos Mardou