I remember I remember

Oh so many moons gone by

Centre stage, worshipped, beloved

A path worn to my foot of stone.

And flowers strewn.

Silent wise men drifted to me

Scattered seeds

In sacred query

Cast their runes

To get my answer

Read the entrails of a lamb.

Just to ask me who I am.

Blushing maidens shyly seeking

Lover’s name, who’ll be their partner

Drop pins in the well beneath me

Floating, seeking, just to tell them

If their love is true or no.

Pretty maiden do not go!

Older women came to see me

Carry babe or child in sickness

Will they live, oh can I help them?

I will help them if I can.

The moss within the well it glitters

With a cosmic radiation

Sparkles with a secret vapour

Thrumming with my ancient power.

Winter now, the path is muddy

Fewer folk now come to visit

Hang a piece of cloth or button

Shell, bus ticket, any token

All in hope to find a cure

For the ills that they endure.

I hope I stand here forever

In this corner of a meadow

Hidden in the spiky blackthorn

Showered with petals in bright may time

Remembered by a secret few.