The blue dress sage 9

A feature I found
When wearing my dress
Was when I met up with
Wild souls I confess
Not only was I invisible to
Humans
I took on a diminutive
View

It was to Roll Rights
I wanted to go
To meet with the Talpidae
Who everyday
Lived their solitary life
In their subterranean town
Under the stones
Several feet down

In their engineered tunnels
Earthworm consumers
Ground dwelling carnivores
creating rumours
Providing their paths
Under and across
the circle of stones
Through the grass and the moss

Industrious Moles
Mostly Boars on the hunt
For Sows polydactyl forepaws
At the front
Powerfully digging
And turning the soil
Great excavators
Able to toil

For hours on end
Active early tis said
The early bird catches the
Worms I was lead
To a tunnel below
The whispering knights
A solemn burial
One of the most famous sights

Mother Shipton the old witch
Had turned men to stone
And she to an elder tree
Standing alone
On a scarp of the Cotswold Hills
With Chippjng Below
And Wheat grass and Barley
Providing a show

In the depths and the hollows
A family of Moles
Most powerful diggers
Heritage souls
Stirring their live earthworm
Larders below
Which they showed me
As they ran their gauntlets
You know

Very exposed
on the crown of the hill
Sheltered by trees
Where they are still
Providing some shelter
And sound from the lane
And under the circle
A pagans refrain

The scurry of little feet
Everywhere
The mounds of tilled earth
The wonder we share
Down in the depths
In my blue dress I Saw
The sensational living
Better than before

There’s a rail link
From Paddington to Morton
On the marsh
One train an hour
Which feels a bit harsh
But how many go there
It’s a secretive place
Close to Long Compton
Where wild souls still grace

The area thankfully
The Rollright Trust
Bought from one Pauline Flick
And it was just
Protected by them
And the pagans who came
For the rituals often
Robed up and game

Sitting down there
Under the earth
It was very dark
But clearly was worth
Long meditations
And little foot fall
And an old wrinkled Mole
Who taught at the school

I was especially tiny
I Shrank everyday
provided a tonic
And no need to pay
Any back handlers
To see me alright
Waking at Dawn
And sleeping at night

Such tiny ears and eyes
A velvety fur
Really great diggers
They cut through the sod
Too much Co2
Being close to their god

Their table was piled high
with insects galore
Toasted and smoked
Or just chewed up raw
It was like faery land
All over again
Full on tree roots
And so much to gain

I enjoyed chatting
With dear Mildred Mole
And her little siblings
Robert and Noel
The children were boisterous
Playing all day
Kicking up a fuss
If they couldn’t play