Blue dress saga 23

Posted on May 26, 2020 by Rex Tyler
They were blind 
they were helpless
their little spines soft
3 tiny babies 
we held them aloft
our eye sight
was not that great
we don’t see the light
in my compost heap palace
and all this in spite
of a meeting with Dawn
in her midnight blue dress
woven by elves
the saga no less
the magick
the spells
the wizard
who knows
his date with an angel
whose lyrical prose
 
come  into the tunnel
And into my palace
in front of the lawn
Where  the great marble chalice
a fox and a badger
guards In the pay
what I am good at is
slipping  away
rustling leaves on moist  nights
at the sign
of the Owl
cheek  by jowl
we all have our rights
 
untidy gardens
thick hedges we
leave our five toe prints
the footprint that be
ours for the making
fleabags  supreme
nocturnal hunters
who squeal and who scream
just like a piglet
With failing eye sight 
We  are  easily  dazzled In 
the torch light.
 
some have said long ago
they sup milk from the cow
who sleeps in the pastures 
though many ask how
it might be an old wives tale
Or from a crone
but in our hedgehog palace 
you are never alone.
 
the spectre of  Brock
with his guile  and his power
the nocturnal sentinel
who on the hour
a gazer a gaper
a watcher a keeper
to some he’’s  a  parent
to us   The grim reaper
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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