A view of the Seychelle Atolls in the Indian Ocean |
Jade medallion, lush in cerulean sea, a thousand miles from somewhere Luminous laughter, intoxicated joy, trunks swaying to French Creole beats Rumbling waves beget immaculate surge of cajoling slaps in favour of bracing sea quest Curvaceous horizon of smeared cherry paint, conquered at last by mutinous moon Its favourite place to be Clock tower bequeathed by momentous nation, colonial ambience of time moved out Pastel chalk walls, bouquet of cinnamon and fish alongside tracks idly ambled Bizarre fruits vended throughout bazaar routes, hagglers trying before they buy Little is Ben, an unlikely king, so tall stands he; victorious; centre of all reclaimed His favourite place to be Endemic plants perilously scant, peerless Pitchers tipping their hats to unrivaled orchids Carnivorous flora bearing pitfall posture; traps ensnare pests on the wing by bribing nectar Parent of kernels is this Coco-de-mer, gendered quite solitarily has this Garden of Eden Species thus curious, odd Jellyfish Trees, rare Bois Meduse cultivates this verdant haven Their favourite place to be Imminent Palm Spiders dangle, covetous of melodic Warblers, clutching Fruit Bats Leisurely hippodromes assembled by Noah; ancient turtles snapping, grunting Flightless birds, alone this ocean sees, redundant wings a blessing; undesired Clipped as my own as I rambled atolls in harmonic tune aside two fine friends Our favourite place to be |