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Let me tell you a tale of loves ending
That you may learn from my mistake
And see when hope of mending
Slips, like glass, from hand to break…
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I fell in love with a fickle fey
She was frivolous and frisky
I knew love was risky
Now I’m ruing the day.
The fairy fey led me away
With a tinkling laugh
And I chose to go along
Put down my load and life
To soak in her siren song
She sold me magic beans
I ate them one by one
They sprouted in my heart
Blossomed into dreams
Of a life I never realised
I wanted all along
She drew forth sweet music
From deep in my soul
It left me feeling whole
Weaving stories of our union
The magic of soul meeting
Of sacred sexual healing
Of building and nesting
I couldn’t get enough
Of this enchanted music
I stood on stage, on rock, on hill,
To pour out song, for hearts to fill.
At first our songs were sweet in tune
But as mine grew I missed her turn
Forgot to match her melody
Mine rising to crescendo
Hers switching off so subtly
Through tangled forest she led
Turning often like Orpheus
Then disappearing ahead.
When I at last reached her clearing
She told me love was dead.
I had landed full of bubbles
But she was sudden made of knives
Burst me open like a raincloud
At her dry, averted eyes
No space in her glade, in her heart no space
She told me coldly, fey eyes watching my face
As her words struck like maces
Lashing open old cuts in tender new places
Electric shock at the switch from loving
To nothing…
Unwilling to try, to open, lean in,
When I offered my heart to the fey
She cold-closed her feeling.
Wounded I flailed
Said things best unsaid
Ran from her clearing
Ran from hope of our healing
To find space for my head.
Now lost in the forest
I seek a new path
Surrounded by greening
Nature softly healing
My resilient heart
I will find a new purpose
In the compost of us
And when a new season
Lets blow a fresh breeze in
Kind seeds on the wind will
Find fertile soil.
But listen when I say:
Don’t fall for the fickle fey
Frivolous and frisky
I knew love was risky
Now I’m ruing the day
That I turned from my path
To follow her playful
And tinkling laugh.
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Joe Blogs, June 2023