through a towering forest of wicked-green grass
playful chattering grasshoppers leapt about
in this fertile field licked by stripy sunlight
mores abandoned they are agile yet stout

all chirping and ever so grateful to be alive
living in the moment tattooed on their hide
sun-drenched field meant they could thrive
sliding about like monkeys on a wild-ride

“I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edge, dark and a wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt through the air like monkeys” (Cider with Rosie)

dVerse, Laura, Laurie Lee – turn his prose with your alchemy into poetry