Silly Verse

Within me lies a silver ball;
Within that lies an egg;
Within the egg, a circlet small;
Why then the need to beg?

Why then the need to twist Her arm
By spell or rune or tarot?
Why natal chart to tell my heart
Which path it needs to follow?

The silver ball's my Lady's balm;
the egg Her laughter mellow;
The circlet small Her touch in all
Things that my heart holds hallow.

©Alexa Duir 2001

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