Canterbury Bells Poem by C Richard Miles

They seem so fair, those Canterbury bells,
As tinkling blue, they drape our garden walls,
Their azure tints re-echoing the calls
Of bluebirds flitting round the distant dells.
Their luscious leaves’ enchanting, elfin hands
Wax wondrous green beneath their blazing blue.
Their ringing sounds out loud and clear and true
In concert with the festive, floral dance
That in our gardens spring has set in train:
That ballet of a thousand varied hues,
Augmented with their laughing, sapphire tunes.
But, wait, foul plans they foment in their brain
These blue and green assassins seek downfall
Upon foundations of your garden wall.