Besoma Bonnet

Absoluteness
There she was
Her potentiality
Really so becoming
Immortal possibly

Of birch
And ash stake
Tied with osier binding
At her waist
With her infectious laughter
And her marvellous taste

BEsoma was amazing
She lived near whirly hill
And liked to make infusions
With purslane and with dill
With foraged fruit and honey
Her potions so well known
A maiden from the wood some say
But always on her own

Her harmony was happiness
Her tidiness was too
Sometimes she wore a bonnet
Sometimes green and sometimes blue
Tis Said she rode a gentle wind
To get into the sky
And it was in the forest
That some had seen her fly