Fly through the snow Matilda my Queen
in your cloak of white so new and clean
fly to Wallingford and Brien Fitzcount
race to him on your fine-bred mount.......

Nest met her as a maiden fair
sent to brush and braid her hair
they came to speak of her young life
So learning Nest was a young wife
Her husband taken ransomed high
noone yet his life to buy
So nest an offer makes the Queen
Her safety then she has forseen

"Henry's son and heir you be
promise now your word to me
my ancient spells will blind men's eyes
my mother taught me well and wise
Wear this magic woollen cloak
over which great Olwen spoke
no man will see you in the snow
ride free to Wallingford now Go!
But see you pay the price of mine
gold for my husband's freedom fine
If you fail me mark it well
you won't escape from my mother's spell

So Matilda fled and made her move
and Nest's fine gold she did approve
but time was run and so too late
The poor young knight had met his fate
The bargain that they had was done
yet though a high and lofty one
she sent a note back with the cloak
in it wishes gently wrote
"For the loss of your man
no gold will pay
so empty words
I will not say
But whatever you ask for
I will give
except to make
the dead man live"

"Send me two oxen
Welsh and stong
dark and quiet
each six feet long
a yolk of yew
a chain of steel
and what I do
I shall reveal"

the debt was paid
the oxen came
from Ruthin
perfect each the same
then off she went
alone and strong
a journey dark
a journey long

Nest came to lofty Norman towers
strong walls fine ladies in their bowers
threw a mist against the stones
here to find her lover's bones
Beast's chained to the Castle wall
hauled straight down they crash and fall
then stealing through the rush and mist
Olwen's cloak does she even exist
noone sees her at the grave
her oxen draw forth this poor Welsh knave
then mourning her loss they steal away
none go near she'll curse they say
Her keening song of tragedies
make even stone hearts feel unease
will her vengeance come down hard
will they fall by magic marred
the people quiver in the rain
feeling now her anguished pain
But fear not this girl of ancient sight
she is not here to hurt or fight
just here to find her lover's bones
and sing to them as she carries him home

When I switch his bathroom light on
the fan starts to turn
a rumble and a whine taking him back through time....

Kaufmann starter kicking off
crack like thunder smoke and cough
from the man on the extinguisher in the smoke
laugh at his cursing you lip-read what he spoke
Wide track rumble to the strip
don't be long she overheats quick
airbourne twenty-four cylinders yell
thank you Rotol Goodyear and Shell
you might sigh for a merlin maybe
but fear this awkward sleeve-valve baby
nothing faster in the sky
get it wrong you are going to die
Fly off track to where she is staying
as you pass you feel her praying
then out across drowned Doggerland
skimming waves speed to command
December greys from sea to sky
hit the coast then climbing high
not trains or targets in the  rubble
today your flying into trouble
Their last big throw to claim the air
put all theirs up from anywhere
trails in the sky mark souls that fall
just men who answered duty's call
over Holland's blasted ports
remember rocketing those forts
now a maelstrom fire and shell
into modern Dante's hell
you picked a speck to follow down
moving fast this chap's no clown
kicking rudder yawing mind
he doesn't see you down behind
A TA 152 now you know
see now howbloody fast they go
push the throttle out to the stop
break the limit wire hope she won't pop
sees you know and spirals round
gaining height you're gaining ground
an elegant sight for both to see
but this is the last thing he will see
Twenty millimetre rounds
make an evil dreadful sound
a mockery of alloy and steel
pulls it apart like the fruit you peel
was that a puff of red you saw
made you gasp a nerve still raw
as the shells chewed up to his cockpit
where a frightened human being sits
gone now in a shower of flame
war and fear this was never a game
low on fuel and cold inside
keep low for home above  the tide
A buzz for her again to show
you made it back but yet you know
however much she has to pray
her heart is breaking every day
A month or two and war will end
Europe for now you did defend..

I turn the light out the fan slows down
notice the tears and then your frown
feel so helpless as you lie
in your bodies prison longing to die
missing so badly the wife who is gone
could you  fly to her beyond the sun
So sad to see you sitting there
your world a bathroom a bed and a chair
we needed you seventy years ago
now it seems nobody wants to know.....

Springtime is coming from the south
I smell it taste it in my mouth
Calming dreams and precious talks
carrying you in my thoughts
and now there is a warmth and light
that grows a little every night
as I hear the sound of fingers drumming
"wake up soon the spring is coming!"

Broken hearts and broken threads
my poetic soul is left for dead
cannot write a single verse
except this stuff here dour or worse
want to write of sun and schemes
of  hares and birds and sweet sweet dreams
but got myself down in a hole
now poetry has lost it's soul
perhaps it will get back to me
feel so sad I cannot see
like filling in some rotten form
not feeling welcomed wanted warm
tried today all morning long
every verse has gone so wrong
Judy post us a challenge please
this new site has me on my knees X

This beauty is a guilty Curse,
leading thousands to a horse drawn herse.
these supple lips and wanton hips,
are taunting as the Goddess sips.
blood sprays on hands that are not mine,
that on these walls Apollo makes shine.

Aphrodite of beating bliss,
let Paris free with your sweetest kiss.
release me from their tortured dreams,
and repair these fractured and broken seams.
To Hades depths where no light reaches,
To Persephonies chamber far from beaches.

Hear my plea my lord and master!
**** me now and stop this disaster!
make all swords return to sheathes,
so once again my lungs can breath.....

I'm asking you a desperate favour!
just let your attention waver!,
i dont need you to remind me im alone,
i dont need you to tell me no ones waiting for me at home.

I'm asking for your compassion,
when it comes to tonights reaction,
dont wait for me till i'm on my own,
then tell me that theres no one by my lonely throne.

Just give me a break from this emptyness!
that echoes in savage wilderness.
around me are a thousand faces,
none trigger my heart to rapid races.

im waiting for you in crazy silence,
no voices offering a lovers guidence.
So leave me in my isolation,
till this heart feels loves' or any elation.