Serena Malcolm

It’s a beautiful day in the Gaia room,
Cotton balls form celestial spumes,
Down deep inside the goldfish pool,
An algae eater’s keeping cool,
Up above the sky flame’s high,
Its warmth is carried on an airy sigh,
Indulging in the daylight glow,
A tiny house hauler takes it slow,
Behind she leaves a silver scrawl,
That glimmers like a disco ball,
A gold thief flits from bloom to bloom,
Spritzing honey dust like perfume,
Two sky lords tuck their wings away,
And rest in the shade of a leaf bouquet,
And a mind film starts inside my head,
As I settle myself into the emerald bed.

This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a poem using your own kennings.