Soar

But why is it that I Feel so so very Nervous?

Why is it that I Feel  Clingy?

I want to see you soar, I want to see you touch the sky, And I want to see your glory last For the rest of time.

Peanut

Freckled skin, Sweet, softest, squirms, He is idle, he is still, Unless there are worms;

A perk of the nose, A scramble of feet, There they are, in the jar, The chomp, and you eat.

Sit in the jar And ask me for more, But you are so chonky; The legume I adore.

Raven Wings

They’re all ethically sourced, It’s what the ravens would have wanted, They all died of natural causes, And in their raven wills, They used their raven quills To leave all things And raven wings, A midnight sight so rarely seen, To bury their dark queen Her majesty, Paige Marie.

Tiny Voice

I no longer hear When she rings silver, I listen for her song, Hear her tiny voice; But too soon She fades into the background; I call for her siblings And they come singing, A small silver choir.

Mittens

All I want  Is to lay upon her Forget about the rest of the world, It no longer exists.

My heart climbs free Through my intercostal spaces, Struggles through hers, And curls like a cat.

Her heart slow blinks, Woken from a slumber, And let's out the tiniest, softest Welcoming meow.

The two of them are cosy kittens,  Warm as a pair of mittens.

To The Forest

Where did all your energy go? It flew away on the wings You only have in your dreams. It is gone, They are gone To the forest, soaking into the moss Growth with a soft, elegant, spread; Bluebells wake in a bed Full of bracken and fern, It is newly april, and almost their turn.

Down

Am I finally Coming down from this high? Why do I have to come down? Don’t you know, darling, All things that go up Must come down?

Nothingness

I suppose sometimes Everyone feels empty like this? Everyone carries the nothingness That comes with a heart burdened With such love.

And what happens when your softness Becomes lost, (Or is it just misplaced?) And your arms reach and grasp only air?

What happens when you despair With a bittersweet loneliness, For alone time is essential, But feeling lonely is often the consequence.

I reach, I reach; I am met with my own tired self, And I am required to hold my own hands For my own health.

I Am Here

How I hate Waking and instantly missing you, An ache, Like I may break at any moment; I sigh with it, Trying to get it out; Where are you?

I am here, I am here, She whispers it to me, She knows.

She soothes, she croons, And my tangled heart and soul Stop wailing and struggling To listen to her glorious voice;

It is so soft and warm, It is the comfortable darkness Of a bedroom ready for sleep; And, should I weep,  She will sweep me up into her arms And hold me close Until I have strength enough To fall to dreamlessness.

Moss Heart

There grows a colony  On the harvested heart, I put it in water, A red island Pumping slaughter.

She hurt for a little while, Perhaps she may have Succumbed to rot?

But instead she blooms, Grows green moss, Dainty soft beds, And reaching to the sky Are many swan heads.

Head Over

So what happens When a faerie Falls head over wings In love with a shadow? A queen wreathed in black, Swirling with darkness, Stretched out in classic curves; Fell head over mystery In love with a faerie; She, a vision of light and wings. How does it exist? Two ethereal beings, Caught in timelessness? Why? Don’t you know? Love conquers all.

You

Dear heart, I know, It is harder sometimes, Your head, hands, heart, Want to touch, feel, be near; I am always here, I am always here.

I will be there soon, And I will hold you tight, Sing to you softly, Dance with you. You, oh you, are the only You, And I adore you.

Rings

More rings? More rings, says my inner fae, More rings, Silver decorations For my long faerie claws; Stones full of meaning, Filigree fine, Adornments divine; Curl around my dexterity, And when I stretch out I catch the light, I reflect bright as a star I am covered in circlets, But still, I need more rings.

Ghost

She is white as a ghost, She is soft, She dances in the light; I am in love with how she looks How she moves, How she is, She grows, she grows, She is so very me; She lays on my toes, And goes Wherever I go.

Mousy

I befriend a mouse, I befriend a full family of mice,  I become an honorary mouse,  We are in a war with the crows outside,  And also the rats,  But it's ok we live in the house.

They feed me nibbled bits of chocolate They found in my brother's room, I grow ears and a tail,  I shrink;  It turns out they are magic mice,  I am the queen of mice.

We win the war against the crows, They are intelligent but I teach the mice to read And we all read the art of war, We employ tactics,  And crows are cowards.

We win the war against the rats, They are bigger than us, And mean,  But we are zoomy, We are all advanced manoeuvres  And tiny bitey teeth, The rats decide we are not worth the effort.

We live between the house and garden now, We steal food from the fridge, We are many; Sometimes my mother catches sight of us And sets out traps, I teach the mice about the traps; The little ones try to play games With the traps, Occasionally they lose; The other little ones become more crafty.

One day, it is time, I wander into my old room, I take off my ears, I take off my tail, I become human again.

They visit, my mousy subjects, And occasionally bring me nibbled food  From the fridge.

I miss being a mouse, I miss the scampering of my pink feet, I miss stealing food to eat; I dream mousy dreams, I wish I could go back; But my mousiness was only lent, And I must still pay rent.

Love Notes

She leaves me The tiniest notes Upon my doorstep.

Love notes; I thought of you notes; I miss you notes; I want to kiss you notes; And I loved each one, Tasted on the tip of my tongue, And went to seek her out.

She sleeps, A vision of warmth in the dark, She is shadow, Lain like a black silken veil; And though I may be A trail of dawnlight, I am not the kind of bright That would ever burn her away.

After all, I want her to stay! So what, if I cast her behind tree trunks? Or mountains?

I kiss her,  I wake her; She smiles, all dark mischief. And darts away; We play:

She is cast long and vast, And giggles, as we play hide-and-seek; I catch her, with a kiss, And she dissolves into my arms. I am yours, I am yours; As given as the love notes You left on my doorstep.

We step, in time, in rhythm, And you are as much mine As the rhyme  That captures you when we dance, The rhyme and serenade  As our bodies turn together; And I am often wistful For this kind of forever.

Fae’s Delight

My feet, bare, naked, unclothed Against the grass,  On the moss, Feel the subtle changes  From green to brown, And the earth, soil,  Paving slabs.

I sigh in delight, The sun is bright, The air is new, And all that was sleeping Suddenly grew between my toes.

A fae’s delight!

My sight Beheld a new bird’s wing! A new love, A new potential!

And doesn’t the world always feel Like you could do anything, When you taste The first cool breeze Of spring?