Foxgloves

From the world of wildness
Comes a flower
Known as the Foxglove
It has the power
To kill to revive
The heart of hearts
From the depths of folklore
It imparts

A poison that is so extreme
A gift of the Faeries
It would seem
That the great red fox
Whose footprints were
Inside the flower
For if it did occur
It allowed the fox
The ability
to walk in the forest more stealthily

able it’s seems apparently
To adopt a true facility
One of invisibility
Able to catch the chickens
Who
It captured
Which we know is true

Pushing our fingers into the flower
If we are able then a wish to wow
All sorts of wonders
It has been said
So magically then it has led
All sorts of stories
In the extreme
Loved by the Bees
So it doth seem

And a certain moth
A fox glove pug
Who knows to give this flower a hug
In the wild it grows
To the colour pink
Deadly poisonous
We think
A killer of man
A curative too
Digoxin’s power
Is what it can do

Great care is needed
When handling for
It’s deadly poison
One musn’t ignore
Fame and beauty
A wondrous bell
That rings and brings
The kind of hell
An ancient curative
In its wake
Leave well alone
For it is no fake

Enjoy its magic
Where ere it grows
It’s glycosides May well impose
A deadly message to anyone
Who partakes
What grows under the sun.