They were from the Gaelic tinker tribe
\nBut how I came to share
\ntheir misty light and shadows
\nI am still unaware
\nThe place had been idyllic
\nA remarkably lively stream
\nThorny brushes and holly
\nAnd wild brambles that did scream
\nOut a glorious melody
\nOf swollen berries sweet
\nMa Roberts she would make
\nHer floury crust with Rabbit meat<\/p>\n
Those rabbits ran around
\nThe vans it was their where for all
\nAnd the young boys used their catapults
\nThey didn’t go to school
\nThey learned their living practically
\nFor tinker life is hard
\nCollecting always collecting
\nAnd stressed and being on guard<\/p>\n
Of course they have their horses
\nAnd their vans are decked and look
\nA picture inside but their effect on the countryside
\nThey should be brought to book
\nThe stream became a stagnant bog
\nThe hollows a litter hole
\nI hurt my paw on a broken door
\nWith no one to console<\/p>\n
Not far away were some cottages
\nAcross a fiery road
\nLots of great big juggernauts
\nCarrying their load
\nI knew it was a dangerous place
\nBut the cottage just beyond
\nLooked so sublime and peaceful
\nAnd I thought to abscond<\/p>\n
Leave this bunch of no goods
\nAnd try to pick my way
\nAcross the searing clearing
\nThat great noisy highway
\nAnd if I made the journey
\nA moonlit night would be
\nThe safest time for the crossing
\nOr so it seemed to me<\/p>\n
And so my paw was painful
\nI had a bit of pie
\nSo I wasn’t going to be hungry
\nAnd I said a quiet goodbye
\nAnd off I leapt to further fields
\nTo the cottages and I
\nWent around the back
\nAnd over the fence did fly<\/p>\n
Before me was a faery grove
\nA totem standing bold
\nA dragon lying in the grass
\nAnd a hare too
\nI was sold
\nLilac foxgloves aromatic herbs
\nThey all were there
\nI had found my paradise
\nA place for me to share<\/p>\n
I spent the night discovering
\nThe Hawthorn and the Rue
\nA glorious Apple by the fence
\nAnd an aura that was true
\nDawns awakening energy
\nWas enchanting me and I
\nWent around to the front again
\nAnd on the step did lie<\/p>\n
I could feel the warmth and kindness
\nUnlike the life I had known
\nIt was like a great big magnet
\nAlthough I was alone
\nI was born an outside cat
\nFrom hunting stock was I
\nI caught, most of what I ate
\nPlus Ma Roberts rabbit pie<\/p>\n
So I sat there on this old red step
\nWaiting, cos I knew
\nanyone with a garden
\nLike out the back
\nWould do
\nWhoever lived here clearly
\nWas faery loving,for she
\nHad left gifts for spirit wanderers
\nBeside her apple tree<\/p>\n
I had sat there for an age
\nWhen the door was opened, and she
\nA sable haired young women
\nStood there beautifully
\nShe was emanating light
\nFrom every cell within her being
\nAnd her eyes were bright
\nAnd, she was all seeing
\nShe bent down and she smiled at me
\nAnd said well who are you
\nI really didn’t have a name
\nFlower faeries never do<\/p>\n
She saw my poor paw bleeding
\nAnd she said to me
\nCome inside my little one
\nYou should be with me
\nI have other cats around
\nBut I felt I was here
\nThis was the place where I should live
\nAnd never want nor fear<\/p>\n
The cottage was so cosy
\nSo warm and just the place
\nAnd the garden and the fields beyond
\nWhere I knew I could chase
\nThe mice and voles and frogs about
\nAnd catch a bird or two
\nThe scenario was fabulous
\nI knew now what to do<\/p>\n
She clearly was caring
\nAnd that face of hers oh dear
\nI fell in love at first sight
\nFor her eyes were just so clear
\nShe really was an angel
\nAnd her clothes were really made
\nOf the colours of the forest
\nAnd of course each sheltered glade<\/p>\n
Her hair was long and it smelled so sweet
\nShe was honey in my face
\nShe loved me I could feel that
\nI was lost without a trace
\nReady to be cared for
\nLoving her repose
\nAnd thats how I met my human
\nAnd became entwined in prose<\/p>\n
She cooked as old Ma Roberts cooked
\nWith aromatic power
\nLet me tell you my paw healed so fast
\nAnd all done with flower power
\nFor me I just so felt at home
\nSuch joyfulness and bliss
\nEnraptured by her countenance
\nWhen she gave me a kiss<\/p>\n
Well I never will forget that
\nI know a feral does
\nNot get this kind of treatment
\nOf course I get a buzz
\nAt the crucible of creation
\nUnderneath an Autumn moon
\nBut that kiss it was forever
\nAnd if its expiring soon
\nIt really will be the one thing
\nI take back to the place
\nWhere the stars are actually in the earth
\nSo I can see her face
\nFor she means everything to me
\nMy faery queen she be
\nTo love me and to care for me
\nAll through eternity<\/p>\n
i skip and play around all day
\nChase sticks out on the lawn
\nI hunt at night with sheer delight
\nAnd dream and sometimes yawn
\nWhen the fire is lit
\nAt night we sit
\nWhen lady C Does sleep
\nTis then we watch the embers dance
\nAnd let our silence reap<\/p>\n
The enchanting realms of Fae my dears
\nBeyond the magick space
\nThe circle of commitment
\nThe gloriousness of grace
\nAn awakening of spirit
\nA pleasurable refrain
\nThe softness of her being
\nThat all of us do gain<\/p>\n
There came a time of ruin
\nWhen her spirit edged in woe
\nWas startled by the ugliness
\nOf one vile so and so
\nHe was a nasty piece of work
\nWe all accepted that
\nThe darkest of dark characters
\nBut we knew where he was at<\/p>\n
He hurt her, she despised him
\nBut throughout, all that stuff
\nShe loved us everyone of us
\nThough clearly it was tough
\nAnd then a star drop spirit
\nEntered her domain
\nAnother little human
\nRejoicing once again<\/p>\n
But she took a lot of irksomeness
\nAnd wickedness for him
\nSo belligerent and loathsome
\nAnd so hideously dim
\nHe broke her lithesome spirit
\nWe saw her many tears
\nWe cried inside the lot of us
\nAcross the many years<\/p>\n
I am now much older and I have a son
\nHe has, outgrown me completely
\nThats what he has done
\nHe’s a good boy in his own way
\nAlthough given half the chance
\nHe likes to share my dinner
\nThats when I do my dance<\/p>\n
I am from the fae its my faeline way
\nWhere the hidden folk so leap
\nWhere nymph’s and undines sing their songs
\nAnd where the Main coons reap
\nTheir wholly Turkish flavour
\nAnd Their bushy tails for they
\nWere descended from the queen herself
\nThe white queen far away<\/p>\n
And now I feel unsteady
\nOn my feet but magically
\nI, still can call on, the lovely C
\nFor of course she does love me
\nI can feel so tenderly
\nI know how deep and calm
\nShe took me to the hospital
\nAway from all the harm<\/p>\n
She took me in the Dragon soul
\nIn that beautiful pea green box
\nWith a blue towel and of course her love
\nI will tell you that girl rocks
\nShe rocks my spirit she rocks my soul
\nShe rocks my heart I am out of control
\nWith her around I just know
\nThat even if I have to go<\/p>\n
That a part of her will be with me
\nThat first kiss was no mystery
\nAnd honestly there is no other
\nAdopted child with such a mother<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They were from the Gaelic tinker tribe But how I came to share their misty light and shadows I am still unaware The place had been idyllic A remarkably lively stream Thorny brushes and holly And wild brambles that did … Continue reading