Spangling Through The Meadows Poem by Julia Woodman

She went spangling through the meadows
like a serependitious toad -
she thought it was far better than
going via the road -
she didn't want the fat tyre death
both her mother and father had met
she thought she'd rather risk instead
the softly glistening meadow psychedelic effect.
Sure enough, before too long
she forgot where she was going
and broke out into senseless song
with vocals overflowing….
She wandered around for many an hour
mostly in circles & sometimes in showers
but always the sun dried her again
like an old friend inbetween rain
but at the same time she somehow knew
that too much sun could be the death of you -
it could shrivel you up something terrible
in a way that was truly irreversible!
In her vague ramblings she could see
through a gap in the haze and shimmering trees
to a sort of sense behind life's mysteries
where there was balance between chaos & peace.
She lay down in the long grass
so sumptuous and sleek
feeling satisfied and at ease at last
she drifted off to sleep…..
but as life throws you curve balls,
along came a big black bird
with pointed beak and sharp claws
and swallowed her without a word,
then flew away like a shadow
along the rim of the world,
to another place where another girl
was dancing in a rhythmic whorl,
striving hard to blot out
dreams of birds following human beings,
with some birds black and some birds white,
trying to convince herself it was quite alright.