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In the Forest of the Fair Folk
- In the Forest of the Fair Folk -
A Maiden’s Journey Into Shadow
Act I - Doomed Through Love (Dawn)
The sun was rising above…
I watched him walk, a beautiful man in every way,
Androgynous and almost feminine in his beauty…
And I beheld in him some quality akin to my heart.
He was deep in thought, his long hair to thus sway,
Seeing me not, though I stood behind a nearby tree.
I watched him walk, and I wept to see him depart.
He sucked in his breath as he paced in the woods,
Inhaling a breath of fresh air, in the cool of autumn.
The smoke of his campfire blew across his face…
Embers flicked away, to fall with softly silent thuds.
His head was downcast in a sorrow I have known!
Dark: unlike his garments of whitest silk, and lace.
I emerged from where I watched and waited prior,
And that is where it began, our mutual seduction…
How that fey prince wished he not met me, thusly!
But alas, he saw me and his gaze was like a fire…
It burned in rhythm to my soul without destruction.
But, when he reached out his hand towards me…
He became mortal, no longer elfin from his desire.
And so I doomed him, through love.
Act II - A Waltz of Light and Shadow (Dusk)
Shadows haunted the wild places of green lands…
Where I recalled the fading light as in divine hands.
In the later between hours when golden is the hue,
Of those shafts which shoot like arrows, betwixt…
The trees of the forest where the fair folk do dwell;
I did spy an uncanny glow, of a gentlest azure blue.
For, the woods I walked in were thus bewitched…
That they were often the talk of the folk in the dell!
Oh, how that glow ensnared my will, and kept me,
Walking upon paths that seemed enchanted, verily.
A lesser soul would have thought it so unwise, yet:
I was bound to follow my course, until it had run…
Into that darkness, where the shadows did chase,
The light, from where between all the trees it crept.
I did behold, where it was, that glow had begun…
Which, had so captivated me, with its’ palest face.
For, in the grove of willow trees, a lady did dance,
Of: a fey kindred, she, who did so sweetly prance.
I did so join her in her folly, more a fool I for this…
And yet in her dark waltz I had found a truer bliss!
A Maiden’s Journey Into Shadow
Act I - Doomed Through Love (Dawn)
The sun was rising above…
I watched him walk, a beautiful man in every way,
Androgynous and almost feminine in his beauty…
And I beheld in him some quality akin to my heart.
He was deep in thought, his long hair to thus sway,
Seeing me not, though I stood behind a nearby tree.
I watched him walk, and I wept to see him depart.
He sucked in his breath as he paced in the woods,
Inhaling a breath of fresh air, in the cool of autumn.
The smoke of his campfire blew across his face…
Embers flicked away, to fall with softly silent thuds.
His head was downcast in a sorrow I have known!
Dark: unlike his garments of whitest silk, and lace.
I emerged from where I watched and waited prior,
And that is where it began, our mutual seduction…
How that fey prince wished he not met me, thusly!
But alas, he saw me and his gaze was like a fire…
It burned in rhythm to my soul without destruction.
But, when he reached out his hand towards me…
He became mortal, no longer elfin from his desire.
And so I doomed him, through love.
Act II - A Waltz of Light and Shadow (Dusk)
Shadows haunted the wild places of green lands…
Where I recalled the fading light as in divine hands.
In the later between hours when golden is the hue,
Of those shafts which shoot like arrows, betwixt…
The trees of the forest where the fair folk do dwell;
I did spy an uncanny glow, of a gentlest azure blue.
For, the woods I walked in were thus bewitched…
That they were often the talk of the folk in the dell!
Oh, how that glow ensnared my will, and kept me,
Walking upon paths that seemed enchanted, verily.
A lesser soul would have thought it so unwise, yet:
I was bound to follow my course, until it had run…
Into that darkness, where the shadows did chase,
The light, from where between all the trees it crept.
I did behold, where it was, that glow had begun…
Which, had so captivated me, with its’ palest face.
For, in the grove of willow trees, a lady did dance,
Of: a fey kindred, she, who did so sweetly prance.
I did so join her in her folly, more a fool I for this…
And yet in her dark waltz I had found a truer bliss!
Published 26th Feb 2012
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26th Feb 2012 4:59am
26th Feb 2012 5:03am
This is something as if Fredrich Nietzsche wrote this. A metaphysical philosophist. The texture of the hidden only to be seen as needed. You have a great grasp of contrast. Your writings from what ive read are great. Kudos
26th Feb 2012 5:19am
Thanks again, my friend! You have a good eye for the poetic, and a very intelligent mind too. :) This was indeed a journey into metaphysical philosophy, a meditation on a great many different contrasts. Male and female, love and loss, mortality and immortality, light and darkness, dawn and dusk, even day and night. It is all there, but not all of it is apparent at first glance. Indeed, the hidden things reveal themselves as the poem progresses.
I am very honored at the comparison to a genius like Nietzsche, also. ;) You are most generous.
I am very honored at the comparison to a genius like Nietzsche, also. ;) You are most generous.
