Megan’s Tree
The wind howled waking the girl from her nights sleep
it shouted for her to go outside into the forest deep.
Search out the widest tallest oak known as Megan’s Tree
and take a step inside to see what no one else can see.
Tonight Megan’s Tree has a portal that leads to Patinsa Scart
a place where there is no night, so day has no end or start.
Where humans who are half horse walk and gallop around,
and the other sorts of humans are very rarely found.
White horses have wings of feathers and fly high in the sky,
and don’t give answers to questions, so don’t ask them why.
They give rides to chairs and tables that do not like to walk,
but some walk very well, and some like to walk and talk.
The chattering birds talk all day to anyone who’s willing to hear,
but what they say is only gossip, so there’s little truth told here.
Dragon flies and honey bees fly side by side with the hawk
while geese and ducks splash and swim, argue and squawk.
Snowdrops, daffodils and bluebells grow all year upside down
and the lush meadows of grass are shades of red and brown.
When it rains in Patinsa Scart it fills the red earthenware pots
with burping toads, talking frogs and goldfish with blue spots.
Meowing cats with two heads chase field mice with three
and when they are caught, they simply set them free.
Troublesome dogs that used to bark don’t do so any more,
instead they write poetry, play music, paint and draw.
Snakes sing together as they stand tall and sway in the breeze
whilst squirrels dance in the grass watching rabbits in the trees.
The wind blows and whispers ‘Megan’s portal closes at 3 a.m.,
so if you want to go home, go now and don’t come back again.
poem by Orlando Belo
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