There lived a man up on a hill
The locals did not bid him ill
But playground whispers of this one
Who kept his offspring in the sun
In jars of luminous liquid filled
And so the rumours they did spill
Of mysterious happenings, eerie sights
The house that glowed in dead of night
That circles appear in his back yard
Such stories and more were often heard
When ladies met in the salon
And children sung the alien song
Just an eccentric
Up on a hill
His vision was his happy pill
Fed the minds that longed to dream
The stories that they craved to see
An explorer of his own dark mind
Recognition he longed to find
With imagined tales and scary mask
What filled his day was a task
Spaceships, aliens and other toys
Often that are made for boys
Creatures from another land
In many toy shop he would stand
Collect the best that he can
To feed the rumour of the Alien Man
A beautiful poem crafted cleverly. Thanks for sharing. Congrats.
Intriguing story. Yes, I can visualize the eccentric pottering about, germinating rumors in all of his odd doings. I like how you create a diversion in the last two lines that suggests some of this may be intentional. It opens up new, unspoken plot lines to consider. Congratulations on POD!
An amazing poem! Lovely expression...! Many congratulations!
Thanks for this beautiful poem shared and congrats Alc for being picked members POD.
Dear Alc, congratulations on your poem of the day.. James McLain
A great poem of this man. No one really new him yet the hole town gossiped. Thank You
So beautifully crafted, a nice poem. congratulations for being picked POD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fun story, Amanda. Congrats for having it selected as Member Poem of the Day!