Sapphire

From this fine place
Bereft of all but beauty
On the edge of gracious woods
Where fairies kick puffballs
And squeal like children with
mixed fear and delight
And ancient Quaker peace
Has left it's mark
Where mushrooms are transported
To clay and tiles
One fairy's symbol at least
We woodland folk
Bring griefs and joys here
Dance to the rhythms of the earth
Treasure the low mists shrouding the fields

The light dull=and florescent
And sap the warmth from the later sun

At the meeting place of two becks
In sight of they drystone church
I find the words
Rediscover my sapphire
Through the huge sea coloured stone
Split deep, deep down
Exploding upwards into myriad parts

Small precious jewels
That scatter in dessert sands
through rainforests
In lakeland woods
Beneath the sailors' sea
Waiting for woman
To hold

I rediscover my sapphire
Tears fall into the beck.

Anne Kernighan     Rookhow.