Pretty as a picture in white and pink,
Lady Convolvulus lifts up her head;
the jewels of the morning adorn her cheeks
and her green gown winds about her legs.
And my lady creeps and my lady runs;
on a summer wind she blows.
She tilts her chin to kiss the sun
and follows where he goes.
And my Lady sighs, then my Lady weeps;
my lady cleaves and she clings.
She binds up her lover and where he sleeps
a green and fecund web she spins.
Abigail Elizabeth Ottley Wyatt writes poetry and short fiction from her home in Penzance, Cornwall where she lives with her singer/songwriter partner David and her little dog, Percy. Formerly a teacher of English and English Literature, her work has now appeared in more than a hundred journals, magazines and anthologies and on several continents. When she is not actually writing or performing her work she is most likely to be reading, hooking rugs or walking by the ocean.