The corn sways

The corn sways

A sea of gold

Dancing in the breeze

Ears bent in conversation

With the Fieldmouse

Unafraid of drowning.

Caught by a sudden squall

The corn and mouse

Ears flattened

Find their own way to survive

As darkness claims a prize

There is always another side

A touch of evil

The Devil living in the detail

Evil by design

Another way to ‘live’

And more than merely jousting,

Without it what would become of good

God with an extra ‘o’.

The balance of the dance

The beauty in the rhythm

The lack of sin in sensuality

The lack of love in lust

As the clouds gather

Hands thrust deeply

Into empty pockets

Scary monsters depicted in a whorl

Of Cumulonimbus

Running for shelter

Before the sky falls.

It is nothing short of inevitable

That for somebody the world will end

Some swear blind it already has

How strange are we

To believe so much will hinge

On so little.

We can all believe

In fairies, if we so choose

But if they do exist

Acceptance will not affect them, day-to-day

They do not need my permission

To live or to die

There is no intent to do harm

There is no evil

In my thought

Just humanity and balance