Blue bells

Amethyst and Heliotrope

thoughts of  pure profundity

magickal mists lift skywards

into a faery syphony

music it comes

from everywhere

down from the sky

into the air

dryads leap

each faery ring

wood bells  faery flowers

that bring

witches thimbles

cuckoo boots

that together fling

their delicate roots

their misty blandishments

pray will you

walk alone in the  dark woods too

And be awake

To the blue bells they

are enchanted beings

that bloom in May.