This is my Playground
My playground has a lemon sun,
And an Arizona cactus- lit by the moon.
Firebirds torch the skies,
And my eyes are joy-filled with prismatic hues.
Cucumber mist spreads across a mystical river.
And lunar berry coconuts flood sweetened earth with melodies.
I paddle peacefully through looping branches from lime trees,
My hair brushed smooth by luminous palm leaves.
And I feel calm at the sound of the cosmos all around…
There are no endings or beginnings in this lush vermillion plain,
Only a melting, humming rhythm- of all our pulses vibrating into omnitude…
And an Arizona cactus- lit by the moon.
Firebirds torch the skies,
And my eyes are joy-filled with prismatic hues.
Cucumber mist spreads across a mystical river.
And lunar berry coconuts flood sweetened earth with melodies.
I paddle peacefully through looping branches from lime trees,
My hair brushed smooth by luminous palm leaves.
And I feel calm at the sound of the cosmos all around…
There are no endings or beginnings in this lush vermillion plain,
Only a melting, humming rhythm- of all our pulses vibrating into omnitude…
This poem is copyright (©) Carmella de Keyser 2026
About the Writer
Carmella de Keyser
Carmella de Keyser is a prize-winning British poet, known for explorations of identity and heritage. Founder of the Harlow Circle of Poetry Stanza, judge for the Harlow Poetry Open, she has five books published or forthcoming, from Hedgehog Press, Alien Buddha Press, Parlyaree Press and the Seventh Quarry Press.
