Dryad

I’ve loved so far beyond my means
Last spring I gave her all my leaves
And I have grown so thin and worn
In bark I clothed her supple form
She begged for more.

In pirouettes her water flowed
Her summer hymn down rivers rode
And I forgot how fair folk morn
A splash of laughter from me tore
I begged for more.

I courted her with gifts of gold
The autumn sun shone bright, but cold
An apple jug, a doll of corn
A honeyed drink, an empty store
She begged for more.

Her beauty scored a frozen vein
My bare limbs bore the winter pain
I shiver now for love forlorn
I held her close to keep her warm
I begged for more.

She laid ways to keep me reaching
She laid waste to all my dreaming
So far I’ve loved beyond my means
The price was hope, and yet it seems
She begs for more.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked Dryad, read Companion Piece

Love?

I will sculpt my body
To match your heart’s desire.
I will bring you candles
To set my soul on fire

I will heed your wisdom
To bring you to my knees
I will keep your secrets
And lock them with my keys

I will bathe in snow flakes
To soothe your heated skin
I will stitch your pockets
To keep your dreams within

I will bring you knowledge
To pass off as your own
I will give you children
But I will take your throne

All rights reserved Alicia Fitton 2017

No, thank you!

These flowered verses have no pull
Upon my heart, they’re over full
Of pallid couplets, twee and dull
Your talk of sunsets makes me ill

I will not be your goddess muse
upon a pillar; swift to bruise
Yourself with Keats, do not confuse.
My life’s my own concern to choose

I care not for your bleeding heart
Your wound for Calliope’s art.
So grow a pair! You useless fart
And from my timeline, please depart.

All Rights Reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked this poem, read Moorland (Betrayed)