Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

In this poem I have used some nonsense words I made up.

 

The rain breeped through the lofty trees

on this clograyly fall day

The hardy mums left from the summer

were however happy that they had stayed.

 

Golinlimpling down the steep hill

sprinted a beautiful unicorn

eager to meet the lovers

just married in the storm.

 

The unicorn’s voice so sweet and spiritual

whispered secrets from the future

to the sweethearts and their guests

Sunflowers suddenly stood to attention

as the sun sneaked in from the east

a splendid day will be after all

let us feast, oh, let us feast!

 

The soul mates slowly strolled

into the certainty of their tomorrows;

the unicorn confided there would not be any sorrows.

 

The unicorn disappeared

No one has ever seen it since

the lovers are now married forty years

happy and content.