In May, we went to Bluebell Wood
To walk the earth of azure blue
To see the bells of thimble heads
In their annual spring debut
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When the ghosts of hidden worries crowd your thinking
You yearn escape the spinning of the busy wheels of angst
Pause, create a silent arbour, hush, cease all brooding
Listen to the words, you gave your best.
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Bluebell Wood
In May, we went to Bluebell Wood
To walk the earth of azure blue
To see the bells of thimble heads
In their annual spring debut
They flowered beneath the canopy
Of beech just breaking bud
An ornamental curlicue
A periwinkle flood
Lilac lily of the forest flora
Hanging trumpets, violet hues
Purple blossomed coinnle corra*
Beryl bloom with light imbued
Bluebell, wood of hidden fairies
Gorm** rich below the boughs
Cloigini*** hush, along I amble
Their understorey to espouse.
*Bluebells
**Blue
***Bells