In my blue dress I met a real stranger
\nSitting alone on a gate
\nPhilosophising apparently
\nWhy his world was in such a state
\nThe sea side he came from
\nHad all been locked down
\nDeserted it was quite still
\nSo he had plumped up his feathers
\nAnd decided to fly
\nInshore a bit for the thrill<\/p>\n
Magically of course he saw me
\nAnd knew he need not fly Away
\nI was something completely unique
\nIn his undisciplined life
\nhe would stay
\nMy blue dress it gave me that window
\nIn essence an opening where
\nWith my skeleton key I could blatantly
\nBe accepted and together could share<\/p>\n
He spoke of those wide open beaches
\nOf the sand flats nirvana for him
\nThe rock pools alive with so many creatures
\nAll of them well in the swim
\nThe breakers encrusted with mussels
\nAnd limpets despite the great sea
\nComing and going and forever knowing
\nBut they still knew where they had to be<\/p>\n
And he was a fearless as ever
\nOff the cliffs with a sweep and a sway
\nRaucously giving it welly
\nHe loved to be wet from the spray
\nA phantom, part of some illusion
\nAn ethereal light force was he
\nAbsorbed by the magic around him
\nRealising his identity
\nI sat down beside him
\nAnd watched very closely
\nHim Stretching his wings
\nHe said he
\nwas fearful of how quiet
\nThe beaches were now
\nOn the whole by and large
\nHe felt free<\/p>\n
Wildness was now centre stage
\nEverywhere
\nThe people were missing
\nTheir noise
\nIt was what corrupted
\nThe salient sounds
\nReplacing the obvious joys
\nA few walked their dogs
\nOr jogged on the tide
\nBut the winds and the
\nEnergy stayed
\nThe crash of the sea
\nOn the rocks seemingly
\nVery much it\u2019s stock in trade<\/p>\n
We have a strange following daily
\nAggression is all on our side
\nSome people think we are harmless
\nThose city folk
\nDiscounting our deeds they\u2019ve denied
\nWe are rulers so often proclaiming
\nAs In circular patterns we fly
\nRinging the air with our tormenting voices
\nCreating our rumpus on high
\nHe spoke of his friends back in Essex
\nHow rowdy they all seemed to be
\nAs the coming tide carried a greater abundance
\nThe foreshore and shallows were key
\nThe harbour had lots of rich pickings
\nLots of fish debris there be
\nThanks to the fishermen trimmings we share
\nBut even that\u2019s less actually<\/p>\n
Sitting there talking
\nA Hedgerow alive
\nwith the murmurings of the wee folk
\nThe insects and birds
\nTakes a great many words
\nTo describe them all
\nAnd the spirited, soonest invoke
\nMuch for the discerning listeners
\nHollow trunks ivy and bark
\nWood boring insects bank voles
\nIn their own way all leaving their mark<\/p>\n
Rabbits and Badgers in tunnels below
\nShelters our eyes may not see
\nThere is order all over
\nEach doing their thing
\nBlue tits at the top
\nGreat tits on the ground
\nScurrying burrowing
\nAll have their own sound<\/p>\n
And here comes a fox
\n\u201cEvening Mr Fox\u201d
\nI am rather hungry
\nTo many knocks today
\nAnd who is your new friend
\nDear Dawn, he said
\nHe\u2019s come from the sea side
\nWhere he is well fed<\/p>\n
But even there it\u2019s getting harder
\nEach day
\nThe lockdown is biting
\nAnd so much dismay
\nIs getting us worried
\nWe are suffering too
\nWe need to get Back ,to our
\nLife which is true<\/p>\n
Interdependence it is everywhere
\nWe all are connected
\nThe wide world we share
\nLots of fat earthworms
\nHedgehogs and mice
\nLiving close together
\nOn a roll of the dice
\nYour wearing blue Miss
\nWhat is your name
\nOh me I am Dawn
\nIn a way bringing light
\nAnd creating a flame<\/p>\n
A magickal being
\nAble to converse
\nWith all of gods creatures
\nFor better for worse
\nAble to understand insect and bird
\nAnd mammals and trees even
\nWhich kind of stirred
\nAll the beings for it was a gift
\nA magickal moment
\nA commemorative shift<\/p>\n
Being invisible to her own kind
\nYet able to see and hear
\nUs nonaligned
\nThat was her feat
\nAnd she had to confess
\nIt was really all down to her
\nLovely blue dress<\/p>\n
Stitched by the elves
\nFrom the rosemary where
\nSo many fingers used lightness and care
\nWoven the beautiful flowers into silk
\nAnd with crazy spells diluted in milk
\nFashioned her blue dress
\nThe colour of Dawn
\nWith their myriad needles
\nMade out of thorn<\/p>\n
The fox clearly interested
\nAt what she said
\nHad broken into a hen house
\nAnd left them all dead
\nAll these dead foul
\nBrought the wrath on his soul
\nBut with feathery chaos
\nHe had lost control<\/p>\n
So the humans were after him
\nThey are anyway
\nThe huntsman and hunts
\nWho with dogs want to slay
\nEvery red crimson
\nChase them and run
\nAt the cry of the cornet
\nHis life would be done<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In my blue dress I met a real stranger Sitting alone on a gate Philosophising apparently Why his world was in such a state The sea side he came from Had all been locked down Deserted it was quite still … Continue reading