Spirited Upon Your Wings Poem by Christopher Laverty

Spirited upon your wings,
reveries bring boundless things;
with a pinch the sprightly fairy
blithely lures me while unwary,
guiding me with tuneful flute
round your orchards hung with fruit.

Vintages from caverns cool
brim in crystal goblets full -
sooth the spirit's inner strife,
nature's binding blood of life:
sun-soaked clusters bring the south -
rich with pulp indulge the mouth;
crushed in pressings lush and pure,
cast their rosy-woven blur.
Comes the scent of nearby seas -
cornfields yielding to the breeze,
pipes I hear upon the mountains -
soon unlock the Muses' fountains,
then the hush, the moon, and me
make a goodly company,
joined by hoots and trickling brooks
mixed with music, thought and books.
Spicy malts bring woods and farms,
scenes unfold with rustic charms:
minstrels singing homely lays,
shepherds whistling on their ways;
next a tournament with lances,
then to evening country dances -
later gather round the fire,
hush-toned ghost tales 'til we tire.
Glint-eyed creatures cause affright
playing tricks to pass the night,
in enchanted forests lost
gleaming with a midnight frost;
sprites and goblins stray unseen
round the fresh-trimmed bowling green,
after village curfew knells -
local myths the parson quells.
Ursula - soothsayer old -
reads what yet the stars may hold,
from her mossy cave sees most,
tracing heaven's wakeful host.

Spirited upon your wings,
reveries bring boundless things;
guiding me with tuneful flute
round your orchards hung with fruit.