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@ 27.225 MHz: Avaloniad, 4; Lady Bailee, Casually Equestrian
Clad only in a long nightgown and hose
(sheer, Coan silk---weave doubled at the toes---
tan-toned, much like her skin at summer's height),
she mounts the waiting horse at dawn's first light
and gallops through the meadows of wildflowers
(a pagan pervert glimpses her, and cowers).
Then at her favorite place, she rests her steed;
dismounts, and walks across the misted grass,
still slightly damp beneath her stockinged feet.
A weathered stump makes for a decent seat;
and here, relaxed, she likes to think, or read
her scholar-lover's verses. Several hours,
adorned in morning's splendid splendor, pass,
as written words speak to her heart's shy need.
Closing the scroll, she looks up toward the hill
where Joseph built the church-house (after he
fled from Jerusalem and from the shrill
hatred that murdered Stephen viciously).
Shifting her gaze a little bit from there,
she looks out toward his mansion where Iolair
and Joseph's daughter Ariel still live
in long and happy marriage, and with them
their numerous children and grandchildren,
a family patterned after churches
in early Christian spirituality.
