Green Valley 2: 2 Settling In

Part 2

At tea, with window filled by sunset

Filling windows filling kitchen,

Blazing on tile’s red glaze

And Farmer’s faces at repose:

Red light from range and outer world,

Meeting in the centre line,

The meridian run down kitchen table,

Ancient beeswaxed oak and made by,

Well, God knows when and by who,

But now shimmered as Centrepiece

and altar of all the world.

Earnest and his sister sat,

At polar opposites and stared,

Thought and body lit

By different light and thought.

We live, as I am sure you know,

In some strange world, her brother spoke,

Both sure within ourselves

That what we see and plant, will grow,

But are also part of someone’s dream,

And sometimes live in shadow lands,

Half in these dreams, and half on solid ground.

The third thing, as you will observe,

Is we that we are a mirror to

Some other worlds and as they change

So our purpose may shift and bend.

It is up to us to keep the centre line,

We may bend, but must never break.

Our Green alley is ,to some, The world,

And we are here to keep it safe.

Although she knew this before as words,

The Greenking’s strength ,husband to be,

Sat below her as a sea,

To be drunk from when required,

And she felt a settling down

and settling in to all the valley,

felt brother’s charms on edge of sense,

saw every nest, sett and hollow,

felt willow buds, saw spider’s webs,

saw her quarter of the garden

as a moment fixed in time,

and saw that it was good

Her brother smiled and nodded,

Welcome sister to the land.

You are its Witch, but some,

May have trouble with the word,

So make no show ,make no boasts,

Sell your butter, do the milking,

And, the only advice I can ever offer,

Is when you see a hole, to mend it.

The how will always change.

Yellow eyes grinned from Ardent,

Slouched in door,

Nothing changes, sis, but yet it all has done,

Be good ,be strong,

I am off to see my Queen

And will see you all in six months time.

A pang she felt as joyful northern wind

Blew him out the door. His spring instinct led him on

And she felt , for a moment, all alone,

She spoke, What now ?

Sell your butter, do the milking,

when you see a hole, to mend it,

when you see a hurt, then heal it,

when you see despair, then fight it.

Just for one instant on that day,

And maybe only once in all the centuries

Did sunset and fire light balance out

And their kitchen filled with red’s pure wonder

And idly wondering should she do the milking now

Or in ten minutes, so she could savour this unique light

She found her fingers had, in crumbs upon the table spelled

A

World’s

Invitation

To

Charmed

Healing

And went and did the milking.