Ruby Ring in the River
When Dawn broke my sleep with a light, golden spear,
by ringing the bell o’er my hypnotised head,
I blinked as I wakened and sat up in silence,
‘fore raising the silver shield up from my bed.
The bright, ruby ring I had plucked from the deep stream -
Blood of a rosebud that sparkled in my eyes -
Finely it glimmered, a star pink as sunrise.
By the night river of clear running water,
I’d watched in the gardens the servants weave garlands,
Maidens make ready for dancing and feasting,
As fairy-folk tended the flowers of summer.
flowers of summer
Somewhere were singing the undines. A page-boy
Whispered of treasure to those who might listen,
Spoke of a ring that endowed one with wisdom
All who would go there were seeking this treasure -
Moonlight enraptured the realm of enchantment -
Nowhere directions for those without vision,
Lost beyond time in a place of deep dreaming,
Fed by the fountain of memories, like snow-flakes,
They watched without seeing in shadows of knowing,
Drank without thinking a draught of forgetting.
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