Blavens Pool

High, resting, hiding from the spinning world

Remote, secluded, in a timeless lock

Where only Mother Nature,

The bird to nest, the chick beloved,

Displays, four seasons in one day

Revolves around the secret of Blaven’s pool.

I lay, to peep, into this loch

On a peppered starlit night,

For I saw the stars in a wishing well

Nae pen nor quill to write.

A shooting star within a wishing well,

Fly high, within the ground

For fairy tales and wishes cast

In twinkling stardust found

And as I watched, I saw the moon,

He filled the glass, the water round,

A giant's round and shining face

A power without a sound.

MAGNIFIED, MAGNIFICENT, MANIFEST, BEQUEST - all power words, in Gnomish

I could see the furrows: age, time, space,

With eyes which frown while watching earth

With lips to show a sad grimace.

And suddenly the water rippled

Mirrored glass to quake

As dragon flies with velvet wings

Under the moonlight did awake,

To skip and dance, to skate on ice

The moonbeams marble pillars of the night,

Dressed in bright colours, with flowing wings,

Nature's pure delight.

A tear ran from my eye that night

`Twas a shame somewhere so pure

Did need to hide on a mountain side

From a world without a cure.