Bluebells flaunting their finery,
Its cool allure grows from a bulb in the earth so pure,
The forest flirts with ever changing skies,
Truth flourishes here as nature never lies,
I belong to its secrets cherished in its mighty fold,
My eyes swim in waters defiant and bold,
I roam with an endless vigour.
Suddenly, the birds are silent and I feel cold,
My memories dig deep
About my heroine, my guide,
As I try to hold the tide back, I weep.
Comfort was in her sweet scent embrace,
I seek her kindness, love, a veil over an exquisite face,
The umbilical cord intact between mother and son,
Never to be broken or forsaken,
I remember her eyes wild, blue and true,
She resides in her heavenly glade.
I wander down to the river and I wade
Into its shallow side, I cast my fishing line,
The gentle Blackstairs Mountains frown as there is no more sunshine,
My town Borris holds me close in its tender embraces,
Free, I’m part of nature’s many faces,
My damaged heart always freezes,
Lust is my quick fix gratification,
A storyteller to keep my lovers at a distance,
My party piece is my solo dance,
The bluebells gift me a second chance,
Comfort me,
Befriend me,
Without needing ownership,
My lips tremble as I feel my mother’s love,
Moving through this green window,
Her brown tresses gathered up in a satin bow,
A lilting voice calls my name as I sow
My bounty of contentment,
We dance on the forest floor of enlightenment,
The end of the big freeze,
The glade of bluebells sway in the warm breeze.
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