Member Poem

Damsel on assignment,
magnetising symbol,
spreading out her wings to spectral hearts,
silken hands that rock the infant cradle,
quelling fractious babies,
saboteurs of sandman’s mythic dust.
Moonlight moths flit across this guardian angel always on a vigil,
bane of wayward spirits on the prowl,
hand weaver from an otherworldly beacon,
soothing troubled  psyches as they toss and turn.