Ley-Creatures Poem by Clive Culverhouse

upon this moonied eve of the underglade
rouse ley-creatures from haze driven churchied bell
come speak to the darkness thy dullied toll
gather gather round bridge's stone
over brook over gash in village limbs
to swell embankment slope and reed

from there make set a lightly breeze
some honeyed, some thornied, upon an hour
less seen beneath such inkling's rove
weigh bough and branch a'strewn, a'slain
a'tramplied foot beyond the path
thy rose's rose tear spilling

for hob, for imp, for goblin, fae
whose singing voice through window heard
as thine the wind stir curtainied
single coldness bumps thy skin
oh feel aye feel thy moon is full
pray bedding pull me in

when on the churchied chimes dispel thee
oh ley-creature's haughty playfulness
of skirl and skirmishied cue retreat
to bridge's stone, embankment reed
and morn's attire of calmied dress
hark gentle silk of the singing birds