25 November 2012
Ramblings, bramblings, knitted cardigans unravelling,
The underbush, a blunderbuss, stumbling and bumbling,
Seeds groping, hurt ankles loping, a cup of soup for coping.
The clearing, the guitar, golden by the fire,
Our voices, our whispers, pretty little liar.
A Midsummer Night • Opuss № I