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By stunted oak and withered beech
On wind-wild nights she watches
From the nightjar in the trees
To sing his somber melodies;
She’s come by way of Doxey Pond
By the bulrush, reed and front
Where milk-white moonbeams shatter
On the black and silent water
As the night pulls tight its shutters
Before the coming of the dawn.

In the peat-dark waters whisper
The phantoms of the deeps
Of an age-old coppiced wood
Where the ancient Mere Witch
sleeps Her ancient sleep;
Still the peat-dark waters seep
Below the crumbling cottage walls
Draped with pennywort and fern;
In the East a darkness falls
where the elfin bonfires burn. [...]
</blockquote>

<ul>
<li>Lisa Summers, Jenny Greenteeth</li>
</ul>

Oil on board in antique frame.
120 x 94 cm framed.