The skyscape is hard not to look at today
\nThe rich colouration is there on this May
\nMorning, its Sunday
\nThere’s a ritual today
\nFor Beltaine and I am here
\nEarly to pay<\/p>\n
My respect to the mother
\nAnd her natural ways
\nI sit near the East Portal
\nIt seems that the rays
\nOf then now are warming me
\nA shaded spot
\nWhere the rich golden dandelions
\nHave gone to pot
\nWisps of fine thread hold their seed
\nWhilst they wait
\nFor the synchronised breath
\nTo help them re create<\/p>\n
New family members all with golden strains
\nThat can fly to new pastures
\nFor realized gains
\nClose by on the wood apron
\nA shot of blue
\nThe rich lapis lazuli almost purple hue
\nOf the bluebells
\nThat dance in the quiet of the wood
\nWarmer winters and wet summers
\nFor them feel so good<\/p>\n
The light here is beautiful
\nSitting alone
\nJust with bird song and bee hum
\nIt is a wild zone
\nIts what we cant see maybe
\nBut what sees me
\nThe ethereal spirits the fae
\nDelicately
\nPlay in the misty escapes
\nFor they know
\nI will not harm
\nTheir imaginary flow
\nTheir harmony clearly fulfilled
\nIn the way
\nThat Brimfuls of pollen and nectar
\nDisplay<\/p>\n
Looking out to the South
\nOver Chipping I see
\nThe rape, can’t abide the stuff
\nBut easily
\nRecognizable these days
\nAn alien trend
\nSold by farm shops
\nBut our bountiful friend
\nRosy cheeked farm hands
\nPromise us all
\nTheir glorious bounty
\nFrom the new school<\/p>\n
We slept as the fruit trees
\nCame down long ago
\nThe markets want imported
\nBraeburns, and to grow
\nOur local species
\nThese days most are ruled
\nBy the government subsidies
\nFrom the well schooled<\/p>\n
Its best on your salads
\nFrom goodness knows where
\nOn your mange tout from Africa
\nThe world wants to share
\nIts bounty in superstores
\nWho wants to buy\uff1ffresh
\nOld varietal apples to try<\/p>\n
When they all look the same
\nPerfection guaranteed
\nBeen in chilled transport
\nIn store you can read
\nFrom washington state
\nOr from Canada they
\nHave a much better margin
\nAnd are liked anyway<\/p>\n
Back at my feet the speedwell and clover
\nThe daisies those stars
\nAs we walk over bed down and release
\nDandelions in the air
\nSoftly they swoon their bounty to share
\nIts a great place to be
\nClose your eyes drift away
\nBack in time where the king and his soldiers did lay
\nWhere the witches from Compton
\nJust down the lane
\nWere preparing to meet up
\nAnd share a refrain<\/p>\n
The rollright stones
\nAre a great place to be
\nI am a member so I come in free
\nBut its only a pound
\nTo just go back in time
\nWith Long Compton nearby
\nAnd a possible rhyme<\/p>\n
For an hour or more I was completely alone
\nBut it gave me a chance to meet up with the locals
\nFrom the wild zone my true friends x<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The skyscape is hard not to look at today The rich colouration is there on this May Morning, its Sunday There’s a ritual today For Beltaine and I am here Early to pay My respect to the mother And her … Continue reading