Chosen from the ranks for the rigours of knowledge.

Held to account by the Universal College.

All for evolution, the challenge unknown.

Change at all levels, in timbre, in tone.


Metamorphic compounds, secrets are hidden well.

Underground streams that flow & swell.

Sensitive to changes…failure – a bane.

Bursts of knowledge…known in vain.


Cyclical calendars, astronomic spins.

Noting all the movement, with parchment & pins.

Out the other side, lost and confounded.

Ready for anything. Always astounded.


© The Secret Poetess, June 2017