Reflecting on The Dinosaur which sometimes joins us for Open Mic:
Amongst the colour-coded sheep
on lozenges, chartreuse,
green shield sheet-stamped above the combe
we saw the painted board.
Dinosaur Park was laughable,
until above our heads
the road-side placard fell in shade,
the invasion underway.
They circled there, vast curving spans,
a frenzy from the sky,
like vultures plotting ground-bound prey,
alien force from space.
We lay like carcass carrion
on gold beach landing zone,
winged fingers, pterodactyls slump;
then hang-gliders gathered gear.
That’s a great picture.. you tease us with dinosaurs that might be childrens rides ina park, the n they might be real, but turn out to be hang. Gliders. Clever writing. Bravo