Rowan Tales

Scarlet  Rowan berries,

 Glistening

In jewelled rich jellies.

Spread on beetroot  coloured bread,

Melting bellies of revellers

On moonlit wherries.

Garnet jangling lanterns

Banish dune like phantoms.

Soothing tunes calm the

Sailor’s moods;

Fizzing Rowan balm

Made with water

From a sacred tarn,

Sealing sizzling, salty lips

Whilst a tattered packet

Scatters runes Iiilluminated

By a misty moon:

Promising good fortune.

Yarns about far away isles

Keep them merry for

Miles and miles as the wherry

And the berry eyed whales

Surf high, thirsty

Bubbling waves:

Safe soon on soil

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