But the golden rays of the morning appeared too soon.
Bedazzled and frazzled I crawled from my den
And perched on a toadstool with my parchment and pen.
The beloved one, Piyra, the elf from the South
Kneeled beside me, prose dripping from his mouth.
He poured me another cup of dandelion tea
And a slice of honey bread made lovingly for me.
Whilst sitting in the shade sipping from a chalice of jade,
The witch of the stars gently beckoned to me.
I bid my farewells and left Piyra some spells
And then star glided home to my willow tree.
© Jo Mummery 26/10/11
