MARIGOLD / by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

 A little drawing I did of Coleridge's Xanadu for my nephew, Dougie the Doog.

A little drawing I did of Coleridge's Xanadu for my nephew, Dougie the Doog.

We wonder if with ageing comes

a grace and wisdom far beyond

the measures of our childhood brain

which giggled sun, cried tears of rain

within that mind grew trees of gold, and endless mountains - aeons old

it played with faeries clothed in folded leaves with buttons marigold

the curving hills of Xanadu, the place of plenty, known to few

where played a music felt right through

I won't forget that place, will you?

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