The Nature of Neverbelieve

The Moonflower’s petals are like

the soft fluff inside the pillow,

that I lay my head on at night.

The Primrose’s leaves are like

a threadbare blanket,

covering the insects that lay

beneath it.

The White Oak tree’s branches are like

boney fingers of a witch,

dragging me to her cauldron.

The Bulgarian flower’s stem stood like

a cat patrolling the area,

for its prey that slept innocently.

The Spicy tree’s peppers

we’re as smooth as B&Q’s paint,

that has just been laid.