Töck's Poetry Corner

 ‘Hazel Eyes’

There was a grey sky laden with rain

A window overlooked a pond

I saw you through the dripping pane

Seated with a glass of a Loch Lomond

Your hazel eyes flecked with pain

Their gaze framed by locks of blond

Not enough keys for so many locks

So off I went to the flowery knoll

To visit Miss Hedgehog and Mr. Fox

For a cup of tea and Dover sole

And a magical cake in a button box

With a roll for blind old Mr. Mole

Back in my cottage by the fireside

With a sleeping hound at my feet

And a letter from Uncle Colonel Hyde

He’s at the war, I’m here in the heat

But then there was a knock from outside

It was your envoy, asking if we could meet

‘Twas I the hazel lord wanted to greet

I couldn’t believe it, I nearly cried

Never thought to me you’d be so sweet

‘But I must get ready!’ my hound implied

So in lavender water I bathed my feet

And tried not to dress too like a bride

You are a true gentlemen, ruddy and fair

We sit in shyness beneath the oak

We’re a silver nutmeg and a golden pear

Ploughman in his field, pony in her yoke

But what’s that bustle in the hedgerow there?

It's Mr. Badger, with a pipe to smoke

But before I can even kiss your face

I wake up from the strangest dream

Of old tea parties, bonnets and lace

English meadows, thatch and streams

But now it's all gone, without a trace 

But beside me, your hazel eye still gleams