Honey Tongue


Honey cloven cleft of foot
My lover left a print
Indented on my head
Was trod
In dance of night time wild
All the night
Was whispered secrets
In a tongue I can not tell
The charm it spoke
Nor heed the key
Of names in saying of
Break spells my life has cast
My lots and tied my hands
To what is put before
Me trod on lies
I told myself
And have to keep
Appointment with the deeds
That I have done

© K J barr