A sea of bells bluer
\nCyanic and true
\nA great undulation
\nOf sapphires on view
\nLook to the horizon
\nBetween the tall trees
\nThe ice and the powder
\nThe ubiquitous Bee\u2019s<\/p>\n
Waves of true vastness
\nEternity rolls
\nIncessant and flowing
\nInfinIte goals
\nMy blue dress has heightened
\nMy honest desire
\nI now view the colours
\nThe depth and the fire<\/p>\n
Before me a heavy horse
\nEnlivened and strong
\nReliably sure
\nWho does belong
\nTo lighterman smithy
\nA bender of sorts
\nWith realisation
\nand the deepest of thoughts<\/p>\n
Quite the intellectual
\nA bluestocking we hear
\nWith a dab hand at painting
\nQuick witted it\u2019s clear
\nIt was good to meet him
\nMe in my blue dress
\nBut he could see me
\nHe had to confess<\/p>\n
He was a magician
\nA witch too me thinks
\nHe worked by the rede
\nHis mystery pinks
\nInto many spells
\nAt his house down the way
\nCovered in wisteria
\nAnd a garden of May<\/p>\n
I told him that he was the
\nOnly one who
\nwhen I wore my blue Dress
\nWho could see me too
\nThat it had been fashioned
\nBy faeries and they
\nHad knitted by hand
\nUsing woad night and day<\/p>\n
Otherwise only the animals
\nCould
\nMake out her form
\nOnly souls that were good
\nWith every stitch a spell
\nWas cast
\nAnd the result was spell fixing
\nLast<\/p>\n
The canal was nearby
\nAnd a coal boat or two
\nBringing provisions
\nTo people like you
\nSteamed up and down
\nOn A purposeful trip
\nTo the back of beyond
\nAll losing their grip
\nOn reality daily
\nA purveyor they say
\nBuying and selling
\nTo those on his way<\/p>\n
Bull rushes Elder growing
\nEverywhere
\nIt\u2019s branches grew hollow
\nThe flautist can share
\nWhistle and pipes with you
\nAnd later still
\nThe berries fully ripe
\nJuiced up at will<\/p>\n
Great for winter colds
\nA conciliatory brew
\nThat hastens to calm
\nThe sore throat
\nIt\u2019s true
\nFor colds and just having
\nAn uncomfortable hour
\nBoiled and sipped slowly
\nIt really has power<\/p>\n
and the witches are back
\nWith their herbs and their potions
\nall sorts of wild plants
\nThey make their own lotions
\nBesoms are hanging
\nJust inside the door
\nAnd a spell binding group
\nNow sat on the floor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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