The foggy, foggy dew
Once I knew you,
Red hair blowing free
Catholic and wild:
A young banshee,
A Jacobite, like me.
The moral guardians condemned us:
Said we were transgressors,
The breakers of the law.
.
So then we asked each other
What was life for?
It’s the wildness that’s within us!
Our spirits roaming free
The accomplishment of nothing
That is you and me.
Hazel ettridge
Mon 25th Apr 2022 06:50
Last verse got me - thank you.