Four Moons orbit
in sequential rhythms of woe
weaving in the shadows
where the Unicorn's horn does grow
Thermo fibres of iron wool
stretched unbearably thin
like the invisible Princesses jewel
hidden secretly beneath her skin.
Sinking in the icy waters
the natural swampland pond
winter cold as natures daughter
beneath the shivering dawn
......... she holds my hand ...
Gazing out across the barley
Dragonfly hovering,
why did summer leave so early
like the Bee who's lost her sting
p mcbrearty 16 october 2017
