Fairie Meadow
Fairie Meadow
I've never looked as close
as when I was a child
at cuckoo spit and wonders,
things of pleasure and the wild
imagining there fairie things
or warm moss on cold stone
crawling life, their secret work,
under blade buzz and drone
And I never have I listened
as I did when I was young
the creaking crickets yonder
dew washed in summer sun
I'd Imagine scent was colour
cloudy as liquid perfumes
pearly spider strings trembling
in hedges weed and bloom
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