chaucer st riddle

moving stones

a few meters

burning in

oven gowns

I went the place

Of light

The sickness blight

Was in town

I met a widow

In a state

Within a book

She taught me mists

And sewed me bliss

And blew the lightbulbs

Within my thoughts

I saw the road

]\yea or nay

I could not say

Which path

The bandits

Took, which way?

Where did they sleep

Where too did they stay

The glowing ember

Embitters a river

Ligting a fire

A demon to follow

A role in a play

A weeping ole widow

To stirrup the kettle

A old weeping willow

A dragon to slay

A ringing that settles

A precious stone

Of mental incisions

Today

I received

In my dusty space