18.5.1969
Chariots Of Silk
The toad road licked my heel like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
Hunters of pity she slew.
Chariots of Silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned.
A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows
Hunteth the realm for a God
Who could teach him the craft of decanting
The glassy entrails of a frog.
The Bard of my birth with his ballad
Walked the wild worlds in the chase
For the black chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass.
'Pon A Hill
'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in a green felt hat
Her fortune was a wish.
Ambassador a heron blue
Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew
He said his tales were true
A ragged youth with eyes of glass
Was seen dancing upon the grass
His words were winged and wise
His shaven skull he etched with ease
The silent scriptures of the trees
His prophesies were You.
The Seal Of Seasons
The seal of seasons moved with grace, Love
Upon the Orkney ocean's face, Love
She swam and moved
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
Out of the depths she stood before me
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree
It swayed and swum
Her night it came and then she hooked her head
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled
And flew "whou!"
The Throat Of Winter
O the throat of winter is upon us
The barren barley fields refuse to sway
Before the Husky hag of early darkness
In her hoods of snowy grey.
Winter winter winter
Are you but a servant of the bad one.
Lo the frozen blue birds in the belfries
The bluebells in their hearts are surely prey
Unto the grasping bat-wings of the winter pincer
Hoods of snowy grey.
Catblack (the Wizard's Hat)
Catblack the wizard's hat
Spun in lore from Dagamoor
The skull of jade was pearl inlaid
The silks, skin spun, repelled the Sun
A tusk of boar with dwarfish awe
Sobs on the door where stood before
A mountain man with sky-blue teeth
Upon his head a python's wreath
A deer he slew in the dawning's dew
Her heart was a dagger from a murderer's brew.
A toad of jet on a sill cast in brass
Portrayed for his sight mysteries of the past
A yellow orphan dancer rich in Nature's costly gold
Wept for the jailer of time to bless her old
But his kiss he held and shadowed for the spell of nights are strong
And spiralled like a whirlwind in the childhood of a song
Catblack the wizard's back
Daubed in doom in his tounge tombed room
We of the wind must rejoice and speak
And kiss all our starbrowed brothers on the cheek.
Stones For Avalon
Let's get some stones for Avalon
Let's get some stones for Avalon, for Avalon.
Let's steal some stars for Avalon
Let's steal some stars for Avalon, for Avalon.
Nobody sees what Avalon sees, nobody sees.
Let's make a quest for Avalon
Quest for finger cymbal and gong for Avalon
Nobody knows where Avalon goes, nobody knows
She Was Born To Be My Unicorn
She was born to be my Unicorn
Robed head of ferns, cat child tutored by the learned.
Darkly ghostish host, haggard vizier of the moats
Seeks the sandled shores of Gods Baby of the moors.
The night-mare's mauve mashed mind sights the visions of the blinds
Shoreside stream of steam cooking kings in cream of scream.
Jackdaw winter head cleans his chalcedony bed
A silken word of kind was returned from Nijinsky Hind.
Giant of Inca hill loosed his boar to gorely kill
The dancing one horned waife in doublet of puffin-bill.
The beast in feast of sound kittened lamb on God's ground
Ridden by the born of horn jigged like a muse on life's lawn.
Like A White Star, Tangled And Far,
Tulip That's What You Are
At the birth of the day as a babe of the spray
Like a white star, tangled and far, Tulip that's what you are.
Warm and wise as a mute in the thunderbolt suit
Princely and torn, grasping the horn of the maenads of May.
Sleepy dreaming of dark, Silver Satyrs in parks
Statues that say, worship the day, For only humans you are.
Channels churning the grime, Inky dreams of our time
Into the Sun, where the white one poems them into a rhyme.
On a hill the clear shrill made the Titans most ill
Angels abound, and I kissing the ground, Thrilled to be around
Vineyards spangled with love for the white dove above
Green and lean from the waste of the pastures of chaste
Preciously he is whole.
Twinkled eyes like a king, Charted seas on your skin
Like a White Star, tangled and far, Tulip that's what you are.
Warlord Of The Royal Crocodiles
Handsome as life
He's our lord and we trust in him
To move like the wind
As our friend and guardian.
The elements and oceans congregate on his brow
And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile.
We put him down, down
His chariot legs
Are tree green and autumn brown
His crown of dusk is a glimpse of things to be.
In palaces and temples near the dwellings of man
If he can he'll smile 'cos he's a Royal Crocodile.
Evenings Of Damask
The evenings of Damask are falling
The youth of truth chest feeds a starling
With his heart.
A chosen man begged by the wayside
A horse came soon and died before him
And said eat.
The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby's brow and calling
Please come home.
The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan.
A vagabond, a weaver warrior
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper
And said choose.
My sandled feet are fleet like water
I kiss the limbs of Earthess daughter
A little tree.
The Sea Beasts
The sea beasts scull the waters, feeling fear for thee
The hawks that tamed the skies wish you so well to be.
Foal in the fields with the bless of the hills on your
Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys ne'er to be bore by man's claw.
The horned dog guarding grandly daughters of the Sun
At night in twilight groves his pray for you is begun.
You
The bull of gold that's old beyond the songs of man
Keeps watch upon the fates when they misweave your strand.
O
UFO,
UFO you are UFO,
UFO you are UFO
UFO you are, a colt.
Iscariot
A box of doves I placed beside your chest - Liar
A stork of silk with rubies in it's nest - Fire
Of my love will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
A mare of wood, elder, elm and oak - Liar
Will keep you fair if you jest me no joke - Fire
Of my love will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese
Witch, I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand.
I'm old and bruised but my fate is that of youth - Liar
Trickster you be a grisly dragon's tooth - Fire
Of my love will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
Nijinsky Hind
Nijinsky Hind is a wisp of our world through the heart's eye.
It's horns are white hide
From the skin of our lord when his youth stood
Wondrous and fair like a sea.
Nijinsky Hind was a remnant of Earth as it once stood.
A likeness in flesh
of the magic contained in a pearl's shell
Breathing its breath uniquely.
Nijinsky Hind was begotten from man's thoughts of kindness.
Its hoofs shod with gold
Are the textures of Earth's distant future
Gilded and tall like a hall.
The Pilgrim's Tale
Beauty things sing to me as a chorus
As a flock the wild seas sway before us
Hail as a hand is my mail
The thrush is my love and the whale is a snail
Sailors dance in a trance on the ocean
Fairy lights in her eyes tame the water
With the morn we mount and ride
Pilgrims of summer the swift is our guide
Dazzle dawn man mouthed with a smile
Caution cloud lord stay for a while
You make us smile.
The Misty Coast Of Albany
Weeping willow woman ladled on the arm
Of the misty coast of Albany with its charm
Pining pillar of the wild willow's end
Womanly waiting for her manly friend.
A star 'bove the mireis her husbandly choice
Locked in his tower by the enchanted voice
Of the Starguard Rhin - a - with his lips soiled with gold
He dares to loiter near our lady bold.
Once a heart was made and cast
In molten love but 't was in realms of the past.
Reading by John Peel
Lionel Lark was an alchemist by professsion
but he loved to quest.
Li and Mole were a romantic pair. Li, with his many-coloured Zodiac
coat flappping about as he rode the Dawn Wind.... Rubbing his rimless
spectacles, he lectured Mole in his larkish manner about the mythical Lilly
Pond and its lattitude and longitude, and goofing sometimes, and
mentioning the Hyperborians, the frozen folk who lived behind the North
Wind.
At eight 'o-clock, he scribbled little spells and directions on a dried
mushroom parchment and Moley got proudly into his pigs-bladder balloon.
Lionel took off, at first a little shakely, but soon as swift as the lordly
eagle, The Emperor of the Sky-skinned Airships.
Bopping through the morning clouds, Kingsley rocked to and fro, now
and again straightening his course by adjusting the misty spider's-web
rope which was harnessed around Lionel's little puffed-out chest. They
made a wonderful sight, these animal Wright Brothers.
A lonely elf crunched the autumn leaves and solemnly dictated to his
mouse scribe long, winding spirals of wonderful runes which, in our heavy
translation would awaken Ra at midnight, or unhibernate a legion of poley
Albino-eyed Hedgehogs or even cause a chasm on the Deeply Swirl of
Foxnecks to drown a blessed water lily. Pan be praised for elfish ability
to know about wisdom and to use it wisely.
The elf's autumn feet hidden in rose-pettled, pointed shoes walked into
The Mighty Grove and his never-ending stream of merriment soared and
gushed niagarally through the Wonderful Kingdom.
But even as quick as itcame, it had ceased.
His wise eyes became beacons of true light.
As the piggy bundle tumbled from the blessed heavens, the leaping elf
hastily harnessed his beloved, tame nightingale and made for the point
of
ejection with a heart of many carrots.
Entangled in thorns and briars was Kingsley Mole.... his snout sticking
high in the splendoured air, tense as zodiac folds cascaded over Lionel's
larkish dome.
Despectacled, he moaned into Kingsley Mole's eyes and cursed all flying
machines doomed to rely on the ficklety of piggish bladders.
The two saddened creatures trundled from their rose-bush prison and lay
scarlet and fatigued in the escaping afternoon.
The handsome, elvin figure soared through dusking skies and upon landing,
kissed the proud brow of his sky steed and called a greeting to Mole and
Li.
After tea from acorn cups and slices of blueberry pie, the handsome elf
told all the large legends that he knew about the perilous pond and its
scaley protectors. Also of its healing ablity and how one draught of pond
dew could put forests of tangling tufts on the baldest badger or field
mouses' heads.
After glow-wrom talks and plans for the quest, the elf led the tired
companions through the forboding fairy wood until the reached a large,
beautifully-worked leather fencing boot, which had a door in its heel.
"My great grandfather," the elf said, as Lionel commented about
image engraved on the door knob.
"An alchemist you know," said the fairy one.
"Mmmmm," said Li suspiciously.
They were made very comfortable in beds of great expanse, spider web
sheets, and towers of warm, wooly moss blankets... and, as always in an
elvish abode, dreams of the gentlest texture.
Romany Soup
Romany soup
I gotta get some
ooo Romany Soup.
