The Bell Of Knutsford's Many-Throng Poem by Mark Heathcote

A young queen dances around the Knutsford maypole.
As though she lingered within some fathomless dream
Lifting joyful ribbon arms like a linnet in the breeze
She'd farewell thought this world should float-
Beneath her bantam feather, rose petal feet.

But soon, she'll forgo and loosen off her fairy wings-
And steal naked through the world that forged,
Forged her simple, warm, gracious dreams.
But till then, her heart will beat the linnet's song
And dance the bell of Knutsford's many-throng.