The Pixy Edge

The Pixy Edge

In the old days

bronze axe days

stone days before

Rome

sent centurians

and maenads thundered on Anglesey

or sacrificed into peat bogs

criminals or Kings

Before Arthur became a legend

and returned Omfras laugh

There were small people

Pictish people covered in Woad

painted blue from head to foot

riding Dartmoor colts

and leading travellers

astray

They were pushed into Somerset

into Devon

and then into Cornwall or Wales

And all we ever see now

is a flash of blue

on a turning neck