Our Lady of the Copse

The willowy willow is her shield

The chanting birds are her eyes

She is the lady of the copse

Mother to the wise

She is hidden

but in sight

for those who dare

to peer into the light

Her appearance

reflects what you desire

but be warned

for the impure it may be dire

She will give you answers

to what you seek

but in a riddle

challengingly oblique

For those who listen

wisdom is bestowed

With this secret knowledge

we discover our road

She is

all seeing, all knowing

Our Lady of The Copse

with her we are never forgoing

My Poetry

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