The first prompt for this challenge is here requiring us to sit on a park bench and conjure up a poem from autumn sights, scents and sounds. But we are allowed to write about whatever inspires us. As I am (mostly) still confined to bed, I have allowed my imagination to wander to the wonderful artwork byCatrin Welz-Stein offered to us on Saturday at dVerse. One of the pieces in particular took me away from my confined world. Because I missed the original prompt, I shall post this at Open Link Night.
Beloved of children everywhere
the magic clock of dandelion
flies lightly here and there.
Balletic shapes of fluffy seeds
make a fantasy world of dreams.
Imagine you could fly like that,
go where the wind would take you,
see the world from a comfy hat
away from misery, pain and trouble
protected by an enchanted bubble.
When all the seeds have flown away,
sown to grow in garden lawn or prairie.
Golden glory in random spray
gathered for rabbit food by grannies
except a few in nooks and crannies,
left to seed and start again
that fantasy trip for staid old men.