Beyond the window were fields of buttercups, a quiet wood on a hill -
Under the hazy sky there was a church tower -
Birds sang amongst tender rooftops -
I lay with Anne upon the high bed -
She wore her brown skin unaware of its beauty -
Around us were wonders -
A young Alexander rode naked into legend -
A minotaur pushed against a mirror, searching for a golden thread -
A lute waited for the touch of subtle fingers -
The white walls of each room had been blessed to keep out sorrow -
This deep valley was a place for dreams and gentle magic -
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Tuesday 23 May 2018
Compton Martin
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