African Princess
Bound to the cliffside rocks
In chains
Mediterranean breeze tangling up her silky black hair
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Down Fiddlers Lane
A portly woman
Struggling in her wellies
In an old wooly top
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My Partner doesn’t like mushrooms
I really don’t see why not
Sizzling next to a steak
Or in a soup
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The one who finds me finds life
Dancing around the seven pillars
On a celestial carpet above the clouds
The Life Tree branches shall twist and entwine
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Your heart is made of stone
Of earth, of bone
A heart I must leave alone
You are not my true love
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My spirit
Poor thing
Has stumbled across a treasure chest
With a broken lock
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Old friend
We are long lost to the ages
I remember pathways of oak and of willow
Along the coldest paths of Offa’s Dyke
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Buried deep within me
Down through the spiralling depths of my soul
A light
Not of day
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Sweet daughter of the King of Mercia
A man of Celtic Polytheism
Pagan
Forsaken
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