Dancing Dust

Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)

Pre-Raphaelite villanelle
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The olive trees are grey and pale
But glitter silver in the sun
As willow trees in White Horse Vale.

On this poor soil, rain-starved and frail,
Ochre and white and tawny-dun
(The olive trees are grey and pale),

Sat Holman Hunt, austerely male,
His mediaeval thoughts fine-spun
As willow trees in White Horse Vale;

Aesthetic-holy as the Grail,
His earnest art knows nought of fun;
The olive leaves are grey and pale.

Suppose the Brotherhood should fail?
From Bethlehem his mind might run
As willow trees in White Horse Vale

To Morris at the dye-vat: 'Hail ―
Weave well the web so well begun!'
The olive trees are grey and pale
As willow trees in White Horse Vale.


Undated
The Dancing Dust and other poems, 1983