You 12th century gobelin who haunted Evreux

Prod at my otherwise kindly distortion of mood?


With twist of natural and monstrous, bizarre and fanciful,

You, sprightly white apparition, point at an ugly head and dance the fool.


Seemingly possessing magical powers,

exuding and luring with scent of evil flowers,


Goblin, you prankster, you’ve a grip on me.

I pray, with intimate respect, you let me be


S.A. Bort / 28 August 2014