Wooden folk puppets from Coppélia

the stained glass windows of heraldry 

Those medieval leather boots by the door 

This our little shepherds hut 

Wooden chairs set with sea glass stones 

Gold cups inlaid with mother of pearl 

and dazzling opal just for us

Might someone think they drifted in from

Andersen’ s tales here in this house

Mosaic sign ‘the night poets house’ in Russian 

here we creep to the window and see the sea

throwing it’s tantrum to the waves  

Astrological charts with those gilded twins

Castor and Pollux and their mother leda in blue 

I have welcomed you here and sought my respite 

In the once upon a time and stories ancient heart 

here we live mythic and slow, magic in your high talk 

Old poets that might redeem a new earth.