| Badger Promotions BADGER Contact/Email Band Links Mail Order News Press Releases Gig Listings Links Page The Market Tavern Badger Poetry The Old Railway Badger Resources Ironman Records Badger Poetry Alan Zimbabwe John Dillinger Others Clarence Peabody Summer Fauve Nick Green | | MY FRIEND AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. Fairy girl, fair of face, Lithe of limb and full of grace, heart of gold and mind to match, Truly you'd be such a catch... Fishermen would not be able To stretch their arms to tell the fable. Flattery works every time, Or so I've heard in other rhymes... Did I dream your Autumn sighs, Rubbing sleep sand from my eyes, Yawning at the slanting sunrise, Counting all the passing Magpies. Pixie girl, light with laughter, your the first, there's no-one after, For a fault I'd wish it such To fail by loving you too much. At least this way I still desire Burnt away within the fire, And phoenix-like to rise again Intensity is joy and pain, And in the middle simply numb, Ticking off the days to come, Alive but cold and all at sea, Two in one, to summon three. Elfin girl, far away, In my twilight stay you'll stay, And be my muse, fan the fire, Elemental with desire, And if you choose to walk away, I hang my head and damn the day, But still I'll keep your graven image, Never will this urge diminish, In thirty years that I've been searching, your the best, a magic urchin, Shaped from dirt and gilded gold It's true I simply love your soul. |