Primroses And Clovers

Through this undying give-and-take

My bed brings back our hay fever

Not through mead but through these earthworks 

My bed a cairn turned conduit

Into a dream built by druids

As I toss upon amber skin

Made of holy yellow cattle

For the mouth’s lies murder the soul

On our tower house’s lawn

Our brick bawns mark my destiny

Not without your contributions

Our brick walls forge our dynasty

Into a kiln blessed by your hands

As seasons pass and evolve

Our fingers caked in blood and clay

Right back to where it all began

We were two oaks but since you left

My trunk has splintered and fallen

Not making sound beating the bush 

My trunk made windows and doors

Into a home meant for faeries

Dressed in bloodroot and mushroom caps

Owls guard their partridgeberries

As we prance in primroses and clovers

© Niklen 7/24/25