Restless Idylls
Set the chandelier aglow,
And stoke the hearth to life,
Warm thy hands and warm thy toe,
And jettison thy strife.
Sit awhile in languid style,
Thy blanket on thy lap,
In a comfort to beguile,
Ignore the thunderclap!
Hark this poem from the heart,
Twas written in good cheer,
As the flames a warmth impart,
Incline thy lovely ear!
Away in the forest of infinite loss,
Clasping the wood in the sign of the cross,
Past the ravine with the goblins unseen,
Over the boulders with moss.
The hunter on horseback in cantering stride,
Spoke to a witch who his eagle espied,
Speaking in cheer lest she find him austere,
Unto ye I gladly confide…
Although ye seem haggard and covered in warts,
And with a cloak that thy beauty distorts,
I’ll sing of the king of the summer and spring,
And the lady with whom he now sports.
His name is Valerian, lord of the glen,
The lady is Marigold, charmer of men,
Dancing their joy with the wood nymph and boy,
Singing as bold as the wren.
Oh such a family, kissed by the sun,
Laughing in goodness and given to fun,
Praising the boon of the Mockingjay tune,
As over the forest they run.
Under the solstice, a beautiful moon,
Surely so comely the courtesans swoon,
Fairies in play with a freedom so gay,
Daintiness marking their tune.
Children of Pan in ebullient life,
Flown from the knowledge of torment and strife,
Joyful they sing at the thought of their king,
Brightening husband and wife.
Surely, my dearest, mysterious witch,
Draped in thy coat with thy nostrils that twitch,
Ye shouldst report to this kingdom to sport,
And take with thy person thy bitch.
Very good hunter, I’ll do as ye please,
Taking mine hound to their kingdom of trees,
Sniffing my way by the moon’s pallid ray,
Huffing in breath with a wheeze.
Over the landscape she hurried in sooth,
Baring her gaudy and mouldering tooth,
Taking her bitch and her nostrils that twitch,
Cursing at times so uncouth.
Goodly Valerian welcomed her in,
(All of her person as ugly as sin)
We have no qualms, aye we open our arms,
Pray let the singing begin!
Raucous in merriment over the land,
The witch and her bitch in frivolity grand,
Played on the green in elation unseen,
Flown from a hut very bland.
adamdaniel 