A Poem From “spinning hair into gold.”
In gratitude for you lovely beings (some of whom I’ve never even met) who actually bought my book , I decided to share one poem from my book in a blog post each month. I hope you enjoy.
MORGAN LE FEY
We journey in the sunlight hours
when songbirds speak riddles.
She peeks from behind the veil,
a creature comfortable with darkness,
moth-like tendency to seek lightness
causing her disappearance
when she lingers in our sight
in the in-between places,
out of the corner of my eye places,
the realm where humans and faeries
are allowed to meet
I caught a flash of dark,
not of this world
before a wisp of smoke,
the scent of rose,
a vague on the tip of my tongue...
then you spoke and it was gone
Morgan Le Fey,
Faery, Witch, Enchantress
as I dreamed.
She offered me a ring
so I could return
to the land of enchanted things
I need to sing
my soul back home.
✨Thank you for reading. ✨
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