Eyes above the transom
stood upon her chair,
looking out over the garden
where just last night, she is sure,
were pixies and fairies bright.
And over there elves counselled with Oberon.
Now pixies are buttercups, fairies daisies.
Where the elf king had sat, a dandelion.
Dandelion, dandy, LION!
startled, she hears a roar
she jumps down with a cry of alarm
“Mummy help! there is a lion outside [...]
St. Catherines hill [Winchester]
Walking the Miz-maze
on St. Catherine’s hill
counting orchids while the setting sun,
with practised skill,
is setting the sky all on fire.
Going down steppes
a stride and a half each one
to where plague pits give context.
The woodman’s fire among the trees
in the gathering dusk
a bowl of incense,
lacking only musk.
Blue Iris stands alone
among reeds taller than she
looking over the river,
a princess among her courtiers I see
waiting for her prince.
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by The Totton linnet
I [...]
