Mourgana of the Fey

Ode to an artisan

he placed placibo orchids

among each fleeting string

proclaiming copper red tones

reminded him

 

of

a dawn quenched

in poppy fields

 

each candle cadence

grew into alabaster

portals and portraits

 

hiding in Victorian crinoline

I become seamstress

meandering each culprit

 

his dried eyes

and the ears of Ariel

fluttering

 

were I to hide 

in mauve sea weed dresses

a salving opus

 

externally internally we dive

and the waters are wise

 

Ariel chases fireflies

yond mother hills

at pre dawn

we found

what night exchanged

 

with the dew

ask me of sun

when death

is laying on the waters

 

and the waters 

are wild

my love

 

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