Cup and Ring

My rings made in a circle
were carved in summer warm
slowly gowing in the rock
while our child took form

so when you leave the heather
or go beyond the sea
the carvings carry memories
of how you came to me

We spent the summer in the hills
through calm and rain and gales
and as we lay together
we dreamed a thousand tales

You left me in the winter
slain by raiders from the sea
but my rings of stone remember
that short summer we were free

Wee Cute Sparrow

Sparrow sitting in  the tree
her's a juicy worm from me
I stepped upon it on the floor
eat it and I'll fetch some more

Hmm...nothing..

Come on little feathered guy
eat so you can soar and fly
wriggly little worm for you
got some for your wee pals too

"*******!"

???

"Now then funny skinny man
sit down and listen if you can
I'll tell you all about the worms
that make my tiny tummy turn..

They taste of mud and sticky *****
to swallow one is such a fight
to feel one crashing round my belly
makes my legs both go to jelly

What sparrows like is m + m's
posh boat cruises on the Thames
burnt toast served in crystal glass
squashed worms? You can kiss my ***!

One thousand years ago or more
we'd eat a critter of the floor
but sparrows now eat something else
so EAT THAT F*G WORM YOURSELF!"

We walked through the grass like two ships in the tide
our hearts were laid open we both saw inside
Time slowed right down we had nowhere to go
except to each other's soul just to feel the love flow


In my heart
and in my mind
look on in
and you will find
for what you'll see
only joy
that comes to me
when you look
when you speak
when you smile
you set me free

We both headed home as the sun headed down
back to our homes in the quiet old town
I think that tomorrow We'll come here once more
We might not have money but with your love I'm never poor

In my heart
and in my mind
look on in
and you will find
for what you'll see
only joy
that comes to me
when you look
when you speak
when you smile
you set me free

Did you feel me outside
treading soft to your door
I was trying to knock
as I used to before
but my hands made no noise
and my calls were not heard
for the harder I shout
the more lost are my words

Stood under the stars
in the wind and the wet
I will fade with the day
for the light brings regret
Tonight I'll return
and I'll try once again
but why can't you hear me
outside in the rain

Eleanor in The Water

Clear as crystal in my sight
I see you once again
drifting by as day meets night
bringing back the pain

You couldn't swim forever
no matter how you tried
but you had no care for tethers
and that was how you died

The stars were out that evening
we saw Venus I saw you
and as you slipped under the surface
there was nothing I could do

So now you swim before me
**** and starlight in your hair
I will tie these rocks around my feet
then the river we shall share

Robert of Callander

Robert of Callander
the time it has come
for you to take flight
but where will you run..
~*~
"Come south" breathes the southern breeze
soft whispers in the trembling trees
"whatever are your deeds and crimes
take refuge in my warmer climes"

The east wind countered with a gust
"my way will save you come you must
bear my cold and feel my blast
and I will hide you till the last"

The west wind from the ocean blew
"come out to me my word is true
and out amongst the rocky isles
I'll hide your guilt and life so vile.."

The Northern Wind did ponder long
then gave it's thoughtful blast of song
"Journey to my mountains dread
your crimes has left so many dead"

"my welcome here of stone and cold
lost soul in my srong hand I'll hold
the time for you to pay is nigh
head north into my hills so high"

And north Black Robert chose to go
with tense remorse and full of woe
up into heather wind and rain
never was he seen again

But on the ***** of steep Ben Loyal
you'll find a hidden rocky mound
to reach it takes some sweat and toil
and there Black Robert may be found

Shepherd's Song

A flower in winter
the sun in the grey
you light up the glen
when you're coming this way
at the back of the flock
with a staff in your hand
I've never seen anything
nearly as grand

And you with a lamb
tucked under your arm
could any man say
he has seen greater charm
I speak from my heart
lass I truly confess
with your every stride
My life you do bless

Butcher Bird
A Poem by Jeremy Wyatt
"
Simulation, brash, aloft, rebel, impale.
"
High aloft what is it I see
dripping something onto me
like a simulation of Christ's nail
now upon which you did impale

your namesake is less brash than you
happy with beetles and frogs it slew
but something darker does you drive
a rebel slaying all alive

Church steeples high you cherish best
see bodies perched high stiff at rest
the birds put creatures on barbed wire
you place your bigger prey much higher

I've written of you many times
some wee stories some small rhymes
You share a bird name both alike
the Buthcher Bird we know as Shrike

Poor wee cat lost in the dirt
trodden on when wee and hurt
lived on worms and ***** things
insects crawlies all with wings
you fell lucky furry boy
found a family full of joy
hunted you until they won
took you in for love and fun
now you weigh a lot of pounds
your belly drags along the ground
but such a baby you're so sweet
rubbing all around our feet
"Dry me off then put some food
in my dish please don't be rude!"
I have to say that in my mind
a cuter moggie can't be found
If am born next as a cat
I'll be like Wilson soft and fat!

Should I....

I struggle to write now those poems not deep
something shallow and empty that won't make you weep
am I too intense maybe over the top
I've not got a clue perhaps I should stop

Just have so much pleasure when putting stuff down
leaves me feeling good and takes off my sad frown
just words from the heart off  a ***** Welsh fool
whose heart feels it's had a great kick from a mule

At long Mynd every tenth year you will see
a Fox and a Falcon together and free
hunting and running and flying as one
every tenth year till this world is done

~~
A young priest stands outside the door
full of doubt cold wet and poor
he takes a breath and ventures in
to Shropshire counties oldest inn

No money gold or goods to trade
to eat a bargain quickly made
preach to us youmg priest and see
if words stir hospitality

A deep drawn sigh and eyes that close
he thinks of his lost northern rose
what is it she'd say to do
to speak and get his spirit through

So he spoke of grace and beauty wild
of open space and gentle child
words that made them listen well
stories from his heart to tell

But as they smiled and gave him cheer
inside a crashing wave of fear
for no young priest or friar he
a Scot who from hard strokes does flee

~~
Alexander run hard down to the South
you cost our life with your  angry mouth
why did you speak so out of turn
you know a witch they like to burn

Now ashes swirl where you and I
dreamed beneath the open sky
My hope for you I send this day
take what is left  and fly away

~~
Loss and echoes of his wife
drive him south for a new life
the robes he wears a guise he found
a murdered priest upon the ground

Now drawn to this new place he finds
a thought to stay grows in his mind
sink or swim here he will stay
no more to run or hide away

Alexander the Friar soon became
a preacher of some note and fame
in his hovel in the woods
speaking healing doing good

Then one day he did espy
a quiet young boy creeping by
he followed on and sought to find
the troubles on this poor child's mind

~~

Wee child I see you in the woods
hiding begging like none should
come to me I am no beast
come and eat beside this priest

I'll eat a while and take a rest
but by no priest will my heart rest
the lord and master of this town
would have me killed and hunted down

My story is of grief and woe
my father killed for what he knows
my mother a lady great and good
lay with him in this great wood

And now the Lord fears that my life
can come to haunt his tainted life
to slay my family and **** me
that is what his quest must be

Well boy think on this a while
stay and eat I have some guile
a servant of this friar be
I will protect you keep you free

~~

Alexander thought inside
of how in flames his poor wife died
if he can save this lost wee lad
he knows he makes her spirit glad

So as a servant and a friend
a bargain set at winters end
but more than God our man will show
wisdom of ages he does know

The pair were soon to be well known
into times of trouble thrown
healing helping all they found
Men and beasts wherever found

The boy was one from who healing came
in his young hands was  simple fame
a brood of fox cubs with no mother
he fed them like they were his brothers

But renown for these curious pair
found its way to minds not fair
thoughts of darkness questing mind
what evil brooding lies behind

The Evil Lord set men about
to watch the woods and then find out
who and where the two were there
and bring them to his heartless lair

But whispers in the trees gave word
bark of fox and cry of bird
send the boy away to hide
the priest waits alone inside

They took him in the grey of dawn
dragged him through the forest morn
took him to the Castle cold
for the Lord there to behold

~~

Alexander of Dunguile born to Mary on the White Cairn
would gladly give his life to keep safe the bairn
however much they beat hurt and tortured him
he kept his great silence beneath his face so grim

~~

After two days enough was cried
it won't be said a priest has died
at my hands but this accursed child
I'll hunt with dogs all through the wild

So casting loose the wounded man
with ravening hounds away they ran
hear the fleeing peasants wail
the hell hounds start upon the trail

~~

Hurt and injured Alexander crawled
to the broken hut his forest hall
looking on so desperately
for his friend he tries to see

But blood and footprints on the door
marks of violence stain the floor
he drags himself armed with a knife
can he save this poor wee life

~~

They bound the child upside down to a cross
mocked his child's fear and his pain and his loss
left him to die in the mud at the side of the track
tears on his face and blood on his back


"Heark though lads, this boy of god
hanging wishing he had died..
Let us as Jesus treat him kind
we'll plunge a spear into his side

Then we all can go away
to the inn and end the day
leave this rat the Lord said ****
and drink ale on our Lordships bill!"


~~

Alexander was coming fast
but was so hurt this day his last
spending his final strength and power
like a failing falling flower

All his force spent crawling here
all he can do is lie so near
the boy he sees at the point of death
time to take his final breath

He lies and sees a silent fox
walk to the boy and sniff his locks
as if it recognised the dying soul
and undertook to make him whole


As the life fades and flees at last
a spirit light to the fox is passed
a glance for  boy and priest then fly
away to hillside free and high

~~

As morning comes our Lord rides abroad
to see his deeds and can afford
to feel fulfilled and smug with sin
he always knew that he would win

But Alexander waits a wounded fist
sees the Lord hawk at his wrist
he rides with soldiers to mock the dead
priest's veangance rages in his head

He takes his knife and runs to ****
through swords and blows that will not still
his hate and anger in his head
his heart beats to make this man dead

But "Hold!" his Wife's voice in his mind
"Leave your hate and fear behind"
and as he stumbles to the ground
he hears a sad and wistful sound

He looks deep into the falcon's eye
sees the need for freedom and sky
He moves his blade away from the Lord
his final deed to cut free it's cord

~~

The fox was waiting on the *****
patiently no need to hope
it knew the time almost there
to see his friend now in the air

So evey tenth year in the sky
if you hear a call a haunting cry
watch and maybe you will see
a fox and a falcon running free

So you  say I may aleady know her
she might be right under my nose
then make her give me a kick
or stamp upon my toes
It could prove to be quite a help
as against the tide I am swimming
ok it surely will make me yelp
but I am so crap with women
One conclusion I've come to
I think the best by far
I'll never spot an admirer
even if she ran me down in a car

Hush My Sweet

Hush my sweet lie still under my cloak
your wounds are grave and deep
not destined to whiten and scar
but I will help you do not weep
lie like a child by your own dead brother
forget the blood and hurt and pain
then I will send you back to the Mother
one more cut with love you will be whole again

Lolaire Suil na Greine

I wait for you on some distant shore
I dream of your calls on a rainswept moor
your spirit a circling spirit soul
stoop down to me and make me whole
everyday that passes I look to the sky
for the Eagle with the Sunlit Eye

Vincent the mighty is on his Mum's lap
like a ****** great whale that is having a nap
he's as big as a bus as you all can see
and weighs twice as much as a giant oak tree
he sniffed out my cake for a bite he is pushing
all hail the world's cuddliest hungriest cushion

Under grey skies my cold spirit crawls
no white horse flies in my dreams
If there were a space in my mind
that wasn't full of you
I would paint us a sky of summer blue
clouds and longing would drift on the breeze
like meadow scent and dandelion seeds
My window is cold and so is my soul
in such pain today wish I was whole
under grey skies my sad heart calls
under grey skies my cold spirit crawls

Thought I could feel
your hand last night
touching mine gently
it felt so right
lasted the hours
till  I went to sleep
a memory that
I'll want to keep

Rhian took her best milk cow
two sheep skins
and her healthy sow
to Olwen in the woods
of green to plead
for her to intercede..

"Olwen help me if you can
i've just a wee daughter
and a fading man
the sun makes him crawl
when he tries to plough
he never does fall
I don't know how

My daughter is pretty
and her hands are soft
she dreams of spirits
and gazes aloft
her eyes are far sighted
gentle and grey
she is my sweet
and I'll keep her that way

Please send me a boy
to work the land
so my girl can keep
that soft wee hand
before my good man
leaves us all
I need a child
please hear our call"

"Listen Rhian of Pont Erwyd
nothing from me ever is hid
you sit and keep your gifts so kind
sit and listen as I speak my mind

Put your girl into the field,
teach her to farm and tools to wield
she will come to love the work of her hands
as much as any worthy man
Your husband may be hurt inside
I healed his wound when he nearly died
don't worry Rhian oh my dear
He won't leave you for many a year

Send the girl to the Leri for my special grey clay
she must bring it back by the next day
I will throw a *** of ancient form
then work it till the clay is warm
next bring your barley your seeds and leaves
into the *** then these we will weave
I'll fire it and as they burn off in smoke
my timeless words will be soft spoke
they will carry the spell into the air
far out to the goddess strong and fair
a bargain she will make  for you
think on this her word is true

Rhian tell your Daughter Nef
to think and hold a moments breath
what she can have for her long life
does she want to be a wife

Rhian a boy will come to you soon
lie with your man on the next full moon
and if your Nef then makes a choice
she will speak with the Goddess' voice

No girl of quiet soft and neat
Woman of spirit rough hands and feet
striding over the hills and vales
One more Great Woman for the Gaels"

" Olwen you are so right to see
the truth and what will come to be
but keep you  my gifts I'll gladly part
for the words you give and your warm heart"

Off to the park a picnic yeah
three women a wean
and a man who don't scare
well not too easily...
as long as the swings
don't make him queasily
up the slide ok wee girl
she's gonna fall my toes all curl
nope she seems to have it dialled
little hurricane dynamo child
then the swings
for about12 seconds
three turns on the roundabout
maybe less I reckon
then back to the slide
God I am puffed
hasn't the wee girl had enough?
Ok I grab achicken roll
two bites its in a muddy hole
this picnic is turning out to be
endurance playing for Jeremy
tried the kids swing I got jammed
like wearing steel Y-fronts
my privates were crammed
ok so it was all my choice
I say in a funny high-pitched voice
"Jesus go up" I am told so I go
Only she calls me that now you know
where she got it who can guess
got an idea won't confess
(better than being a skinny Welsh Tw*t)
starting to flag like I smoked a ***
need an emergency sicky bag
go home soon and lie down quick
after picnic and playing I am quite sick

On a clear day
The sun shines true
i feel its touch
warmth breaking through
but there is so much
I still cannot see
places I will never go
something I'm scared to be
On a clear dayI can see
almost to forever
but I can't find my way to you

Stuck looking at a cold grey screen
doesn't feel friendly just feels mean
where went all of the cosiness
I'm sorry but I must confess
that sometimes change for it's own sake
is something maybe to forsake
guess we all must persevere
can't lose what you have all done here
The  ambition to build it I admire
but something got lost aiming higher
still time for something to come through
can't imagine poems without all of you

My lady of the darkness
weaving pictures in my head
using night-times gentle quietness
and moonbeams as your thread
the stories that we wonder at
the tales I dream of still
here beneath your loom I'm sat
each thread you weave a thrill

My sweet come sleep in the evening sun
now all day's labours and trials are done
lay till the sun fades from the sky
and silver moonlight touches your eyes
bringing dreams of love and mystery
past lives and ancient history
dream of a love that is pure and true
while I sit watching over you

I had the worst nightmare of my life last night
awoke with a migraine sweating and white
a painful dreadful evil unsettling dream
where monsters pursued an awful scheme

In a distant country of sun and dust
warped parodied  men followed their lust
hunting down all beasts they see
to gather for meat and  misery

I was trapped in a giant metal machine
a  factory of pain made so obscene
fire would spout and burn the trees
and bring the forest to its knees

all of the creatures ran in fear
as this evil killing thing came near
pipes ****** smaller creatures in
the screaming still I hear within

The horrors that I dreamed run on
I hope they fade and soon are gone
two images I can't forget
forever in my eyes are set

A baby elephant ****** up whole
and screaming in the tube poor soul
its mother trying still to fight
but crushed beneath the iron might

And from the burning bushes ran
a baby warthog fast as it can
but no hope for the poor wee beast
its leg torn off god how it bleeds

Where do dreams like this come from
and why do memories linger on
dark vision of a distant time
our future race's final crime

Scorned by pew browned elders stare
stand calm before their face
they know not of the power you bare
for the  good of all your race
fool's barriers to light and love
is what they want to build
to control the people from above
and have the wise folk killed
women in the huts and crofts
ancient wisdoms ways
scent of healing carried aloft
before persecuters gaze
but life and love still bring them back
their wisdom shall return
for every wise one they attacked
and as a witch they burned

We can write of battles and sing of wars
count the dead and keep the scores
but the tragedies hidden in history
the poor wee stories we rarely see

Mothers mourning absent sons
children cold in front of guns
waiting women for the pain
of knowledge that their men are slain

Women make up half the world
give birth to all like flowers unfurled
but history seems to look past them
and cram our books with such great men

In ancient distant Celtic days
the women wise in every way
would help and march beside the men
to guide and heal and be with them

Christian laws came to make them weak
took away their power to speak
stopped the midwife and nature's nurse
said they were witches with a curse

So men at most are children wild
so rarely fit for life great trials
and as a care worn  specimen
my love  is strained for fellow men

The world does change and we can grow
now women heal and use life's glow
to challenge in a subtle way
all of men's damage done today

Easier to take life than create
and to vilify love and strive to hate
but if we stop and count the score
how many women started a war?

Marred fair in the tower so high
sitting cold and waiting to die
daughters locked way so hard
dragged here from the land of the bard

Your man is fighting in the hills
battling iron with love and will
but his war and love are all for you
spirit strong and spirit true

One day you'll rise and stand beside
and view the woods and mountainside
your children sitting at your feet
your love death never can defeat

Sir Gregory I pledge to serve
my loyal heart it will not swerve
so as I give my vow to you
I promise always to be true

Well, lad I'll take you as my man
we'll go to fight for the Englishman
Berwick north we stand and fight
facing Scotland's rage and might

But tell me first why do you come
to follow Richard's savage drum
A Welshman stong and fair as day
now fights beside some he should slay?

Owain set his mind to tell
his secrets this man would keep well
and as a Welshman of renown
would never cast a fellow down

My heart is full of dreams to roam
before I return to my home
and as this world does change and swing
I dream of Wales set fair to sing

By fighting for the English flag
though in my heart the merest rag
my service and loyalty will save
my people from some English Knave

For powys Fadog is beset
by guile and deceit like a net
to persevere and keep it free
is the task that God has given me

So serve he did the crown indeed
shed blood in lands above the Tweed
his steel was shap his eyes afire
his glance could light a funeral pyre

Thus serving Richard out in France
he led the French a merry dance
bore the shield for Englands King
whilst harpers in his heart did sing

Fitzalan's fleet acknowledged him
he made one hundred Frenchmen swim
defending all the southern ports
all admired him as he fought

Then squire to Henry son of Gaunt
his strength and fire he did not flaunt
at last a knight he travelled west
to the hills and fields he loved the best

But Ruthin Grey was still nearby
a neighbor evil dark and sly
always waiting in the mist
to strike out with his English fist

Now Owain was still Richards man
usurped by Henry's secret plan
but loyalty goes deep in Wales
just read the true and ancient tales

Cronies of the dread new King
conspired to soil his name and wring
out all the misery and lies
to hurt this Welshman they will try

Proclaimed a traitor by the court
their plans were quickly turned to naught
men whose names forgotten since
named fair Owain Wales' Prince

Hotspur rode into the north
striking blows for all his worth
Owain like men of ancient yore
struck  all he faced down to the floor

Castles fell rebellion spread
to Owain's flag a nation led
**** of Strata Florida's shrine
made mad-men of the Welshmen's line

You strike our stones you strike our hearts
but though to you our days seem dark
the blaze you light within our breast
will stand forever any test

The evil Grey they captured him
a ransome paid his dark life grim
faded away and left so weak
no more of Grey this tale will speak

As quick years drew and fleeted by
all Welshmen came they drew anigh
from farms and universities
to battle through adversity

Veterans of Englands savage wars
Welshmen flocked back to settle scores
the blood of Llewellyn still does stain
but Ap Iorwerth's legacy will remain

Back to the laws of Hywel Da
the wise and kind king known afar
so good a man our Hywel was that
He'd punish a man who harmed a cat

Court at Harlech strong and fair
Machynlleth Cynulliad held there
Scots and French men sent their aid
many a fiery fighting raid

But  French kings change their regal minds
and Avignon fooled with their designs
no hope from them was due to come
England's blockades were hitting home

Sat in the darkness of doubt alone
Owain dreams of his wife and home
fair things that he is fighting for
the reasons that he went to war

Now with the sight of ancient days
the future fell before his gaze
his Marred fair locked in the tower
dying slowly his poor bright flower

His castles fell his men were slain
the power of England strong again
a hunted man loose in the wild
though loved and sheltered like a child

Despite rewards of riches vast
his people hid him to the last
he faded slowly into the stones
that make up Wales' strong old bones

He died an old defiant man
clear in eyes and heart
the time was not for a free Wales
a land to stand apart
but freedoms song and fair blood spilled
for causes that you love
still carry on the mountain air
as Owain stands above

Owain ap Grufydd Fychan last of your kind
betrayed by the King that you once stood behind
though you faded at last into mountains and mist
on the slopes of Er Eryri you  stll exist

Sitting outside in righteous cold
no fearful visions to behold
shaking and suffering by my choice
no fear or dread to choke my voice

For all those souls who dwell in fear
I wish that I could hold you near
all the dreadful  uncertainty
please try and send it on to me

What do you see on the shore of the sea
is it faces of those who are gone?
Or just the grey skies and powerful lies
and the terrible deeds that were done

What do you hear on the shore of the sea
memories of injustice and wrongs?
Carried away by the spume and the spray
now just echoes of their final song

I stand at the shore of the grey heaving sea
hearing the words of the past
amongst the cold waves I can see distant graves
of the ones who stayed true to the last

How far do you have to fall to hide from all this world of pain
down into grieving souls our tears confusing mist
you  struggle with the days and nights where storms of anguish reign
and waver on the edge of choice just trying to  exist

who hears me
who sees me
fear nears me
set me free

Where can you run and who can you tell in this our selfish world
battered by emotion and dread the sadness hammered in
so hard to raise the passion to fly flags of love unfurled
when so much despair is still held inside can you ever win

you must believe
the light you weave
know if you leave
we fade and grieve

There's something big that's bugging me
like a drumming in my eardrums as I sleep
but I thought of a way to struggle free
Ha ha no need to whine and weep
Lying in bed feeling miles away
from new friends makes me frantic
but my idea that came today
lets concrete over the Atlantic
Only a bucket or two to start
noone will notice over here
spread it out to the worlds apart
makes the States draw slowly near
Ok there will be the odd icicle
crossing the wild and stormy route
but think I can do it on my bicycle
its made by Giant it is a beaut
So I'll head off to buy my trowel
and get a barrow of sand
Listen out for my victorious howl
as I arrive at your happy land!

Phelisa was a fairy child
of bluebell stock so meek and mild
but in her heart burned flames and fire
fly into danger her desire

once old enough to learn her trade
an uneasy truce with her queen was made
ten years of duty then she is free
to choose her own true destiny

Phelisa born with eyes of fire
outflies the wind no bird flies higher
bravest of all none can compare
Phelisa you must have a care

Be careful watch your little ones
take every day just as it comes
one day the call will come to you
till then protect as we all do

Sweet human children in their beds
hover at their little heads
watching waiting keep them safe
every little human waif

What dreams a Fairy keeps within her flower-soul
and when a warrior small but splendid fair
does not hold watching weans a noble goal
spends hours adding feathers to her hair
so when she flies to battle forces grim
her visage such a terrifying sight
her countenance conveys the chances slim
that any evil will survive the fight

Phelisa where do you go?

Dreams on noble strife and deeds
draw you away to the woods,
but the child you watch is threatened
by a man who means no good


Phelisa drifted to the nursery window, tired from swinging her wee silver sword all day.
Practising her craft with the agile birds and fencing with her friends the falcons.
She was puzzled at the windows edge, she could not understand why the cot was tumbled to the floor, and why the dog howled so.
Then she smelled them, baby cries in the air, hot and sweet and frightened.
And something else Mother was cold afraid.
She cast desperately around the cottage, no sight or sound, but the smell led into the summer evening, mixed with car-smell.
Follow then, if you can little one and help you wee charge.

"I get what I want, or the baby gets hurt..."
Evil swine, all these years hiding and he found her still,
dragged them to the little Austin Seven and drove them to the middle of nowhere.
A quiet wood where noone will disturb them.
Stood there now, screaming baby in his foul fists, eyes full of lust and excitement.
He pulled them towards a small cliff, do what He wants and the child may live, all she could think off, don't and he throws the baby over the edge.
He runs on with them, but frowning, what is this at his feet,the  brown of animals, small warm things keeping pace?
As they run they crush in, making him stumble, making him afraid.
He quickens his pace, strikes out, God they are everywhere get away!
He drops the child and throws the mother to the ground.
Running for his life now, running as  hares and rabbits and foxes swarm around his legs and make him fall over the drop, to his death.

Phelisa comes as the Austin drives  away
Too late to help her features pale and grey
She understands the debt she owes this wood
And makes a vow for its eternal good

Whatever good you did today
I will a thousand times repay
nothing will enter in this wood
that does not come with dreams of good

No beasts each other here will slay
tooth and claw you each will stay
within the confines of these trees
all will live in care and ease

And I will stay with you all here
keep you free from strife and fear
to guard you for the deed of grace
when I was slow and failed the chase

In the rocks at the foot of the drop
evil dwelt
torn faced weasel, twisted and old
Mad man's spirit drawn inside
growing together in their poisoned hate
the loathing of life and love pure
biding its time

For nigh-on thirty years or more
peace reigned upon the woodland floor
beasts walked in fearless glades and rides
no need from tooth and claw to hide
but on one spring day all was fear
Phelisa why are you not near?
Flying out too far this day
following falcons she wants to play
The evil weasel it takes its chance
will lead phelisa a hellish dance

Running into the wood so sweet
pattering horde of weasel feet
heading to hunt and drag away
something small and sweet today
a baby hare they corner at last
he tries to run but cant get past
The Beast with relish starts to whet
his appetite on this leveret
Carry him back then to your lair
frightened meat will taste so fair
down with us among the stones
all we leave will be his bones

Our fairy comes and sees the scene
the fright and fear where they have been
Her vow she has to still uphold
or die as she tries it to uphold

Racing to the weasel's den
at the dark place of the glen
sees the last one running in
sees the hatred and their sin

But at the entrance of the burrow
her fire eyes dim and smooth brows furrow
the weasel entrance is so slim
her Fairy wings won't let her in
But in her burns a fire so bright
nothing will deter her fight
so kneeling in pain she softly sings
as mother -hare bits off her wings

In the deep dark dread is there
terror of the little hare
evil circles all around
forcing it down to the ground
but as the teeth are reaching out
hear the smallest hero shout

"No blood will spill of this sweet thing
my spear and sword and heart I bring
I gladly give my life today
to see this young hare run away"

srtiking silver blade of light
held with all her strength and might
Arthur himself or Great Glyndwr
would not have swung their blades the truer
battles hard and battles dread
blood and bites and screeching dead
all the time she fights them back
not one gets past with its attack
then only one is waiting still
the evil spirit hard to ****
her fairy blood runs down her hair
blurs the fairy face so fair
" You tire and I will **** you soon,"
the weasel spoke an evil tune
But fairy strength is hard judge
and this wee one did bear a grudge
"You took my baby in the past
I failed to reach him flying fast
was not enough but creatures here
they rescued him from pain and fear.
Now I repay them with this life
and cut you with my silver knife
my spear of dandelion form
I plunge into your deadly form
my wings I lost to pay this debt
the ****** back I feel the wet
The pain I carry will all pale
as your foul heart I do impale!"

Her deed was done her battle won
returned the frightened hare's wee son
so proud and fierce a Fairy Queen
The bravest one the world has seen

Epilogue

The terrier and the Rotteweiler were in a frenzy
running wild, tearing at the sheep in a passion of hate
Then the scent of fresh young blood a child
racing over towards the sleeping parents and the wandering baby
the terrier got ahead straining for first blood
Then whispering voices
Tumbling sky flowers pain and blood stillness
Puzzled as it died fairies small and winged crowded its corpse
Blood dripped from their spears.
The Rottweiler drew close, ready to tear them all apart.
Behind them was a hare, armoured with wood and gold, spikes of silver armour, a Fairy Queens gift.
Astride it, scarred-faced and wingless, the old wise fairy sat smiling.
" Stand aside ladies, this one is mine...."

You can push down on your femoral artery with your thumb
long enough to stay alive till some help comes
one bright flash
shell splinter crash
thigh opens up like it has a zipper
don't quail tell yourself the tears are just the rain
rubber ball heart punctured by a dogs tooth
you can push down on your femoral artery
long enough to cry for your Mum

When I was in the queue for brains
I thought that they said pains
and asked for nothing all that sharp
made angel break a string on her harp
Read that the queue marked bravery
said slavery, nope none of that
what a stupid ****** Welsh ****
thank goodness when I saw the queue for smiles
i didn't read it wrong and get **** piles
as I had asked for a broad beaming one
that would have made for a tender ***