Silverleaf, copperleaf

Furnish the burnish, metallically.

Strange journey through a strange land

Reality creams and mantles at your passage.

One starry night

I remain un-con-Vince-d, but Im in love with that blue and its purple ambitions.

Deep-delved

"O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!" - from 'Ode To A Nightingale' by John Keats

Wood you?

Moodily lit hypercarving that just wants to be a spider.

The psyclone funnel

Surreal winds to blow the cobwebs from your mind.

Blooms, cracked

And shredded, and shattered.

Twissle

Great lobes of wiggle-'n'-twist rainbow-y goodness!

Sunset melts

To commemorate the heatwave...

Blasphemous strata

Revisiting one of my variants on the splits/elliptic style, with extra wiggle 'n' twist.