A feature I found
\nWhen wearing my dress
\nWas when I met up with
\nWild souls I confess
\nNot only was I invisible to
\nHumans
\nI took on a diminutive
\nView<\/p>\n
It was to Roll Rights
\nI wanted to go
\nTo meet with the Talpidae
\nWho everyday
\nLived their solitary life
\nIn their subterranean town
\nUnder the stones
\nSeveral feet down<\/p>\n
In their engineered tunnels
\nEarthworm consumers
\nGround dwelling carnivores
\ncreating rumours
\nProviding their paths
\nUnder and across
\nthe circle of stones
\nThrough the grass and the moss<\/p>\n
Industrious Moles
\nMostly Boars on the hunt
\nFor Sows polydactyl forepaws
\nAt the front
\nPowerfully digging
\nAnd turning the soil
\nGreat excavators
\nAble to toil<\/p>\n
For hours on end
\nActive early tis said
\nThe early bird catches the
\nWorms I was lead
\nTo a tunnel below
\nThe whispering knights
\nA solemn burial
\nOne of the most famous sights<\/p>\n
Mother Shipton the old witch
\nHad turned men to stone
\nAnd she to an elder tree
\nStanding alone
\nOn a scarp of the Cotswold Hills
\nWith Chippjng Below
\nAnd Wheat grass and Barley
\nProviding a show<\/p>\n
In the depths and the hollows
\nA family of Moles
\nMost powerful diggers
\nHeritage souls
\nStirring their live earthworm
\nLarders below
\nWhich they showed me
\nAs they ran their gauntlets
\nYou know<\/p>\n
Very exposed
\non the crown of the hill
\nSheltered by trees
\nWhere they are still
\nProviding some shelter
\nAnd sound from the lane
\nAnd under the circle
\nA pagans refrain<\/p>\n
The scurry of little feet
\nEverywhere
\nThe mounds of tilled earth
\nThe wonder we share
\nDown in the depths
\nIn my blue dress I Saw
\nThe sensational living
\nBetter than before<\/p>\n
There\u2019s a rail link
\nFrom Paddington to Morton
\nOn the marsh
\nOne train an hour
\nWhich feels a bit harsh
\nBut how many go there
\nIt\u2019s a secretive place
\nClose to Long Compton
\nWhere wild souls still grace<\/p>\n
The area thankfully
\nThe Rollright Trust
\nBought from one Pauline Flick
\nAnd it was just
\nProtected by them
\nAnd the pagans who came
\nFor the rituals often
\nRobed up and game<\/p>\n
Sitting down there
\nUnder the earth
\nIt was very dark
\nBut clearly was worth
\nLong meditations
\nAnd little foot fall
\nAnd an old wrinkled Mole
\nWho taught at the school<\/p>\n
I was especially tiny
\nI Shrank everyday
\nprovided a tonic
\nAnd no need to pay
\nAny back handlers
\nTo see me alright
\nWaking at Dawn
\nAnd sleeping at night<\/p>\n
Such tiny ears and eyes
\nA velvety fur
\nReally great diggers
\nThey cut through the sod
\nToo much Co2
\nBeing close to their god<\/p>\n
Their table was piled high
\nwith insects galore
\nToasted and smoked
\nOr just chewed up raw
\nIt was like faery land
\nAll over again
\nFull on tree roots
\nAnd so much to gain<\/p>\n
I enjoyed chatting
\nWith dear Mildred Mole
\nAnd her little siblings
\nRobert and Noel
\nThe children were boisterous
\nPlaying all day
\nKicking up a fuss
\nIf they couldn\u2019t play<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A feature I found When wearing my dress Was when I met up with Wild souls I confess Not only was I invisible to Humans I took on a diminutive View It was to Roll Rights I wanted to go … Continue reading