BLUE BELLS

I sat here waiting patiently for my muse to appear
When suddenly I glanced at a picture that was lying near
And said aha! Here is excellent company!
A carpet of bluebells beneath every tree
Spotlighted in the frozen light
From end to end a glorious sight,

Straight above the crunchy green grass
Swathes of true blue at every pass
Myriad bluebells each curled into perfect form
All humbly hanging shy as is their norm
Arranged to one side in a delicate span
Thus stunningly styled by an ancient master craftsman

I imagine angels trumpet when blue bells ring
And all heaven a “Glory to God” does sing
Pure, magical, rare , breathtakingly divine
Attracting faeries to dance and flutter in line.

Joyful and spontaneous as the bluebells now my ink flows
No writer’s block or nightmares will dare darken my doors.
My vision spellbound upon a color so infinitely blue
Constant and healing for me and for you.

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