Jagged peaks of flour
in the distance,
a harshly bright
winter sun
casting long shadows
from Narnian trees.
A moorhen,
flushed out of canal reeds,
speeds across surface of water-
Jesus Christ lizard.
My squeaking shoes,
ingratiating cygnets,
begging for parental attention.
This strange insistence
makes me laugh,
transforming Narnia
into the Sound of Music,
and I sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clever line about the jesus christ lizard! great poem! -RQ-