Here's the poem I've just mentioned on Art. It's a bit rubbish, but it was fun to write anyway. Imgur's down at the moment, so the image is
here. Phyliss was one of my Irish great-aunts and she looked a lot like the lady in the picture. Rhythm: cha-cha-CHING.
Phyliss' song
It is safe in the sky. How I surge and I soar
in my beautiful ballgown of blue,
with the southerlies singing a radiant roar
in their silvery summery hue!
As a child I was frightened of flying so high
for a hunter would always take aim:
every arrow would wound me; I'd fall from the sky,
till a wonderful wisewoman came.
"Do not fear, fairest Phyliss," she said, "but be fierce!"
and she sewed me this daring design,
it has steel in its silk that no arrow can pierce
and the headiest heights are all mine!
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