Sometimes clarity and creativity comes at 2.30am.
Woke up and wrote this poem to go with a piece, a veil, that I am working on for Flowers For Oberon exhibition.
A prayer, a vow to the fairy king ( it's a nice day to start again)
Golden eyes you lay me bare
With one soft touch on my hand
Purr song gentle and hypnotic,
Lulls my weak mortal heart.
Reverently I stroke your mane,
My King, my lord...
...Then I must be thy lady...
Once, another came to our bed,
And , enamoured by an ass and delusions of a truer love,
I pushed you aside
Cat... I called you cat...
...Am not I thy Lord?...
A shrieking moment of betrayal,
Tarry, rash, wanton...flashes of fur and teeth.
...oh Oberon what visions I have had...
There's a scar on my arm reminding me to whom my love is vowed...forever...
and ever after I pray for forgiveness...
My King , my lord, my love.
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many roads... ...on the journey words follow me, push me forward, and sometimes, overtake me.