The Realms Of Albion Poem by R K Summers

From Thorny Heath to Pilgrim’s Way
The Trickster plies his trade
While in Stone Hill ‘pon Tumbling Bay
The Blacksmith wrought his blade

The Merchant trades his wares
From Tresillian to Cright
And the roaring of the Mummer’s bears
Keeps children up at night

In Wicklewood where dead men go
And Brackenpeth to the west
And forever burning, the furnaces glow
In the industries of Firecrest

At Lillycroft, where Pagans dance
Under an opalite moon
Each twirling into Hecate’s Trance
Into her sapphire cool lagoon

Fernback and her wise old seers
Stonehaven tells her tales
The West Port is the home of buccaneers
And Eltham and the misty dales

The Breathing Forest, the Crooked Mile,
Mossway and Lavender Hall
Beechwood, Blackshire and Galava Shiel
I have heard Albion’s call.