Philippa Poem by Ewan Paterson

The full force of your passions
are a powerful pagan goddess.
White mare of Graves,
lover of horses.
Wild ride through the groves
of Eve's secret orchards
bridled by the riches
of springtime's gestated lustres.
Celebrated with Pan's revelry
yu are champion at every
Ceasars debauches.

Raucous mocker of timid
sabbath worshippers.
They damn your waters
to the steam of their hell
less it pollutes their wine.

Gospel in all apocraphies.
Pearl announcing swine.