All
of this caught her unawares
To
one who had learned lust from a wolf
This
time of romance and verse
And
studied clean living
Albeit
with more than a soupcon
Of
puckish mischief
Batted
her headstrong heedlessness
Between
heaven and heartache
Within
seconds so it seemed
She
was breathless and giddy
As
if no one had ever doted before.
She
learned that love
Lives
in the heart
Not
just the loins
And
while one alone was good
The
two together split her world
Into
untold multitudes of snowflakes
Each
one an infinite world
Each
one a perfect world
Each
a playground
Of
possibilities
And
pure delight.
When
she walked on snow
No
footprints made
And
when she danced on ice
A
blizzard of delight
Spun
orbits
Of
icy rainbows
Prismed
By
love
And
sealed
With
tenderness
A
week was this ? A month ?
Her
heartrush headspeed
Wants
to see this land
That
spawned such a one
Who
could ascend her glaciers
And
melt them complety:
Rock
hopping dryly over
Meltwater
torrents
Then
heart and headlonging down
New
summery grassy slopes
Into
a tumble of white silk
And
loving storm black locks
Of
storm black locks.
What
she felt,
Shorthand
adds
In
vital footnotes to this enterprise,
Ardent
felt too,
And
though he seemed to lead the dance
Was
prisoner of the measure too.
Asked
for her hand in marriage,
Nonplussed
for one brief moment
And
, anthropologically and politically correct,
Explained
the concept to his wild bride
Who
listened, understood
And
yessed him once again to bed
To
England to the Parish Church he said
Hardwick,
south of Gloucester
North
of the Vale of Berkley
Green
and lush
A
different colour palate.
Departure
day came
Preparations
made,
Expectant
of fruition
Matelots
and stevedores
Clucked
and fussed
Like
hens over chicks
Around
the fresh careened Black Sheep.
Joy
apparent
Yet
sudden apprehension
One
queenly step into the longboat
And
one small ripple
Make
her whole world rock.
No
ice to support her
Just
devouring water
And
magic slips away
The
witch’s strength
Turns
to nought
And
she feels it
As
a hot iron
On
her palms.
She
screams
The
world stops.
My
Power My World Where am I Now
Realisation
comes
Her
power is ice
She
cannot leave
She
loves oh how she loves
But
this was not the bargain
Damn
her heart and loins
This
will not go
Go
she screams
Regaining
the shore
Confidence
and Power return in a flash.
Tempter,
Vile Betrayer ,Go
Take
from me that which I hold most dear.
Believe
me when I say
I
want you gone
I
have no manners as you know
I
am wolf in land of snow
And
you are now becoming prey
So
listen carefully, Ardent as I say
Go
no now before I break and die
I
will not surrender to your soft sky
So
leave , forget me while you may
And
no more words durst any speak
The
Black sheep sails upon the deep
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