Kissing Brambles

Along a lonely path there is a well--
A well which has been long forgotten
At the edge of the forest on a hill
Where the brambles grow
And the faeries of the court
Come from the meadows to cavort
Enchanting bairns from their beds
Dawning brides with crowns of Fiddleheads

It is here–
Where the ancient ones create feasts
With delectable berries and creams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create streams
Of everlasting dreams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones transcend time
At the sound of a wistful chime

While at play in the realm of the Fae
A blackbird calls, “tchup, tchup, tchup”
The human body has decayed
Among the sweet flowers
Woven in the bed of thorns
Kissing brambles