XII: Robin Hood's Bay
For you have dancing eyes
Blue and white kaleidoscopic
Irises, entrancing pied eyes
Inviting oh and all the others
Have gone in unto you
I loved Ophelia!
The Ancient Irish (Robert Graves)
Dark poets through the centuries
Described the Goddess, wrote for Her
But did not live to see Her day, the Rose
Of the Welfare State
But I still sing
You have laughing lips
Laughing kissing bruised petal caressing
Fingers finger tips
I never shall forget You should
Be here
I should go back
In the north I die in autumn
Not in spring
