“Rhiannon”

Can you feel your right
Foot tapping
A mob of hair has she
Lit in gold
On her I am sold
All those curls
Eyes closed
Rhiannon and what a voice
The Fleetwood Mac
an amazing track
Excitement she has posed
The witch
The locomotion
Sorcery the clue
Japan could hear
The whirring
of that
Fantastic guitar
That electrification
And we could see the star
“Stevie”
Al those colours
Purple they incite
The drama and the
Enchantment
And the brilliance
of her light.