Dream tapestries

Chapter 13: DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY

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A collection of lyrical poems that weave dreamlike imagery with everyday and mythic scenes. The poems move between enchanted woods, haunted gardens, village interiors and symbolic tableaux, using vivid sensory language—moonlight, apples, flowers, purple pall—to examine longing, loss, desire, and memory. Some pieces adopt songlike forms and short lyric units; others are narrative sketches evoking funerary rites, domestic rituals, and moments of feminine reflection. Recurrent motifs of time, mourning, and the uncanny create a tapestry of mood shifts from playful to elegiac, inviting readers to linger in symbolic moments rather than in continuous narrative.

DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY

’TWAS a green velvet gown

That he wanted me to wear,

With a yellow satin ribbon

In my rough brown hair.

But his flame burned down

And then he turned cold;

And he sent for the Parson,

Who called me bold.

.......

So I’ve come down with my velvet gown

To earn my living in Evil-Town.

But I think I was ever more mad than bad,

And I’d very much rather be good and glad....

.......

Frowsy thing

With a broken wing!

Hark to the queer little songs she’ll sing!

Drowsy thing!