Ode to Aoibheal

A slant of light highlights skin

Her rich sun-kissed ringlets

Her slanted eyes, perfect sin

With smooth curved hands like silk nets

Her ears pointed with a crown upon her head

Orchids grace her neck, smiling coyly

A gossamer gown rest on her body

Jewels ringing in tune with her song

Her voice stretching, curving, long

A fleck of gold in her eyes, flickering, sparking, exploding

She casts herself over time

Over space, past old into prime

A deep restless claims her form

Crawl into fire to become warm

She is forever and never, a circle never broken

She feels the power in her form

Deep seeded, thrumming like a drum

She is perfect... heaven, hell, ground

I dance around the faery mound

The air is chill, a heavy weight descends and I see the queen

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Love the subjects you choice to write and your expressions and execution are marvelous my friend...