Daphne’s Elixir

Hello hello [venga aqui!]

I heard tell of a place called Vertigo.

Resplendent with riches, we thought we needed-

glad wrapped with bruising reality.

Venga! Let’s gather the carraway seeds

And soften the liquorice root –

pick burdock by the wayside or

strewn along seashore, seaweed.

Set to simmer ‘Cure All’ of Daphne’s Elixir-

with quart of best brandy. It’s

Minister’s wife store cupboard ministry with

street physician’s bottled fear.

In the beginning,

She saw the cheerful unrepentant weeds-

everlastings and thistles, dancing freely under moonbeams,

as night parrots and barn owls took to the wing.

And She saw that they were good!

Under hardship they thrived.

Adapting world over they were fruitful and multiplied-

on barren rockface, wild outback and woods.

Seeds scattering secrets of survival-

pushing green through cracked concrete and rubble.

A fierce flash of Heartsease by canal bridge,

Sip-sip this elixir -in the wastelands, revival.

And I am naked with you in spirit

Whether a holy or broken hallelujah.

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