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They dreamt of her –

the shepherd of Sutton Hoo

as their sheep grazed

the burial mound.

No elbow-room

once shepherd’s cress

with its tiny white flowers

took over.

The glitter of beeswax

on her breast

once startled ravens

in the howling blue.

But she has outwitted them all –

the electric queen

wearing gold-foil triangles

in the foxy dark.