ARTICLES: Poetry
Fey
Woman
Midnight in the oaken forest
And the faery fires burn deep
The moon stands swollen in the sky now
Tonight no human soul shall sleep
Slipping quietly through the branches
And seen solely by the moon
Leafs and flowers dress her body
Midnight's passion fills her soon
Hair entangled with the breezes
And her dark cloak flares out wide
She and the trees in silence breathing
Dancing the heartbeat of the night
Beneath an oak she kneels down and
Lights a fire from her hands
Lets the cloak fall from her shoulders
Awaits the coming of her man
There he steps within the lightring
Pulsing muscles, burning blood
In awe he looks upon his Lady
Knows himself not man, but God
In the soft think moss they laid then
Till the bright morn'light awoke him
And found his Faery Woman gone
(CopyrightTanya Willis; igmu@hotmail.com)
Farrar/Bone 1997