The windup toy sidles the porch
in an awkward jete,
so black itís purple as wet shiny aggregate.
Its voice an old yo yo
sometimes stretched out walking the dog,
or a sharpie up and down
back into an unread palm.
A mini Godzilla head side jerk
the beady summation of reflected pride,
before the kamikaze barking fall of wattle bird
spins it around into parthian defence.
A taut bow snap of secateur beak;
recoil iteration drops down
in old string the elongated drawl,
an adagio for blunted adze beyond
the sighs of retribution and penance.
Raoul Duffy , Floral composition with amaryllis - courtesy The Red List