Brazilica Beat Poem by Neil Crawford

Brazilica Beat



Rainbow serpent wends its way
down the multi-puddled hill

Drum thrum of jungle origin,
new heart beat for the city,

Imported from a distant shore
where cultures cruelly met

The festival begins with whistles,
whoops and claps.

Bird of Paradise plumage,
floats from all mythologies

Cut a path through the English dusk,
a challenging kaleidescope.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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