Ngalyod Refracted

Much of the poetry based on mythology/ancient history I've read is either implausibly romaticised or tediously didactic. This piece concentrates on perspective and imagery, so a win-win scene for me.

S3 is a smilefest conquest, and I like the dialectal variation on the familiar 'feet on ground/head in clouds' dichotomy.

S2; 'hide-sheltered feet deaf' and 'rain-washed parrots build you with their wings' typify, for me, the wealth of descriptive language enjoyed by communities 'suffering' privation in terms of instant message/graphic transmission mode; I imagine linguistic economy and packaged vocabulary underlie symptoms such as redundancy-laden poetry --
simulation v stimulation? [insert yawn metaphor here]

I read the last stanza (and particularly the last line) as a picture illustrating the text of Leanne's first comment above.

Unfortunately, I did find one glaring omission [laura's contradiction for the day]. This should have been written in a gaudy ferrous-coloured font with exaggerated serif, if only to provide some grounds for complaint, by distracting from the luxurious, elemental hues with which the poetry is infused. I first read this a while ago -- now that I've ingested and digested, I understand your occasional orangey manifestations.