A Poem:The Schmalzy Caterpillar
This is my first attempt in shaping my way to writing poetry or short stories for children.
This is a poem about a schmalzy caterpillar wanting to find its home.
I hope you will join me as I trip up and down during my experimental journey to the kingdom of the child.
Are you ready? Let’s go…
The Schmalzy Caterpillar
Squidgy and voluminous,
blanketed by Stonehenge illuminous,
of yellow, lilac, sunset-orange,
lolly pink and sea breeze green sung.
One hundred pairs of little feet,
tap dancing a clickety-clack greet,
on the cigar shaped wobbles of dew,
xylophoning musical hues.
cries a flood of tears and trills,
plopping onto puddles below,
reflecting tales of woe.
He pulls out his straw trumpet,
forcing out a salsa tune to rump to it,
bringing in all the curious,
buzzing bees from the hollow previous.
Bees knees drizzle honey droplets
with ease into the trumpet’s facial pocket,
soothing the schmalzy sobbing tear stained throat,
while he gazes lustfully as he flies to Swan Star, in his magical boat.
Multilayers of soft powder blue dances with silver stardust,
running rings around Swan Star’s heavenly sky, till it busts.
Red morning glory sits on the lip,
giving rise to swooshes of magenta gold flame tips.
Stalagmites pierce through the steaming marshes,
each balancing a pulsating methane pouting orchid largess,
serving to fling schmalzy caterpillars,
to the valley of musk stick forests and juicy green rivers.
Trumpet scales toot over the horizon,
calling from the valley of eternal relevance,
ready to ignite one’s internal shine,
dropping schmalzy for schmick once pined.
Swan Star’s song dissolves,
the blindfold that hides one’s soul.
once the melody is heard,
the heart speak code is unlocked and stirred.
The schmalzy caterpillar was something that connected
© 2017 Threekeys