The iron king has his moment,
Bringing a smile to the jester’s
Turned-away face …
But attention is,as always,
On the wizard.
All hold breath when he stands,
Seeing the lumps in his stooped walk.
But the old power is in him,
Skilful fingers summon winds –
That cavort, tease, chill, refresh,
Sparkling colours that blend, bend
And the spellbindings we
Need to help us take up
Plough, chain or sword,
Just when the taking up
Was getting hard.
9/11/2012