What secrets lie hidden beneath the tarmac and concrete of present day Bermondsey? Adelaide finds a supernatural river, druid magic and enchanting music. But she still has to go into the office. Every day. www.smarturl.it/BermondseyGrail     With thanks and a hug to Imogen Hay.

   I am walking in glass slippers
   Through pools of silver fire
   Across the sun rising inside the earth
   Dark trees tremble in this mirror world
   Rain soaked grass shadows the light breaking morning
   Silent, alone, I dream of laughter
   The clawed queen holds my voice
   Bound in a golden hair she ripped from my head
   I dare not speak in case the universe dissolves

   The crystal slippers glitter
   The queen's gift, the mark of possession
   Stumbling forward, a hidden stone shatters the glass
   Dark blood roses tangle across the sun
   Feeding the earth with flowers seeded from pain
   A cry, my first, breaks the silence
   I kneel in the rainwater, gathering the fragments
   Expecting sharp nails to tear my skin
   Poisoned air to close up my throat

   Instead, sweet lilacs fall from my mouth
   In the distance a scream and the snapping of talons

   I am singing and walking with blood soaked feet
   My words are stars carried on the morning
   Sugared petals glowing in the sun








Mary Josefina Cade

These images are beautiful and far far away from dull practical office centred activities. A total escape. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQxjPMN9E1U