who bundle up
those dreams and images
of fat swaddled babies
and sun-filled cottages
in earthbound Elyssium.
Ye resolute Dianas,
not by choice but
Fate's e'er encircling
mists doth prod thee
onto a path
less trod and somewhat thorny
for want of wandering.
Yet thine feet
doth tread upon those bitter ways
watered oft by tears
where perchance
ye might find a sun-speckled glade
untouched by time
to dream a while
and dance amongst
hoped for dreams and phantoms.
©Eleanor Clark
9 May 2011
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