I climb clouds
between the night’s blanketed sleep,
a billowing blossom of smoke
that never chokes the mountain moon,
where the world is a warm walk
through a blue breeze
and the only plight
is to find your path
within a forest of daffodils
on a prairie of peace.

On a prairie of peace
within a forest of daffodils,
beyond the billowing blossom of smoke
that never chokes the mountain moon,
I climb clouds
as a blue breeze uncloaks
the confusion of consciousness
and the sky glistens
with a golden glimpse of tomorrow
tipped in a topaz tempered truth.

I climb clouds
to sleep in a dream of daffodils

too distant for daylight to deliver.

Photograph taken in Holland Park, London, in an earlier lifetime



  1. My mind has raced on… I have a challenge for you if you’re up for it (just delete this msg if you want though!). Sometimes I receive amazed comments from n.hemisphere folks about how totally opposite the seasons are to what I’m getting Down Under. There’s the debate about whether water runs down the plug-hole differently in n/s hemispheres! 😉 My challenge to you is to tackle the n/s differences (not necessarily my examples), real or imagined, maybe tongue-in-cheek or comical or fantasy, in a poem in your Journeys series. Definitely thinking light-hearted vein here – do you know the Down Under song from the 1980s by Men At Work (Australia)? It wasn’t only popular down here but also in Europe. Video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfR9iY5y94s and commentary at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Down_Under_(song) that gets across the different vibe down here (which you’d be aware of no doubt, from having had kiwi flatmates!!! Tempted?

    • Okay this is one that needs further thinking, much further thinking… 🤔🤔 I will be back Liz!!! Can never pass up one of your Challenges 🤗🤗

      • You’re SO nice to consider them Dami! The time thing is interesting, your night being my day! And here’s a quote from Alice In Wonderland that I posted yonks ago: “I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The antipathies I think… but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please Ma’am, is this New Zealand?” – haha – what a journey! I love this!!! 🙂 🙂

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