Blazing Scenes

Blazing scenes of plays
in Time and out of season:
Silver streams run wild;
Spectacles of sweet promise
unfolding at dawn
The immensity of green
dragons pulsating
with fire-breathing tricks
Gentle, white doves
court bluebirds of happiness;
The splendour of Love
turning to gold in gardens
that brim with fresh dreams.
Plagued, paralysed streets
in cold grey urban centres
are suddenly healed
by obscure, miracle men.
Blood turns into wine
in the twinkling of an eye.
Soft notions drift on
the wind waiting to be caught
by wide-eyed poets
Princes, knaves and clowns descend,
with graceful swan dives,
into rivers of madness.
While the pied piper
boldly plays his latest tunes.
but not the old hits ,
to hostile crowds in plastic
arenas rife with boredom.
His bright backdrops
are innovative indeed.
Across deep blue skies,
good angels slay the dark ones.
All these blazing scenes
make claims on my consciousness.