Peter Russell

1921-2003 / Bristol

Night The Eighth

I was a happy docile child

One day I don't remember
I walked out on the hills
Heard music of the pipes
By a lake's edge

I live in a palace under the water
There are no sounds, no sights, down here

Everyone has gone away
To a great ball, they say

There are mice here
And I sit on a rush mat…
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