Daughter of the Fey

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Here is a pencil outline that I managed to pull together today. I’m going to try and colour it in with pastels but I thought I’d put this first attempt up for you all to see. I haven’t drawn in ages so I apologies for the quality, I never claim to be someone who can draw, I’m a writer primarily but I do enjoy art.

Questions?

What do you see that I cannot?
Some purity within this old rot?
But why should it encompass me –
When it is not what I can see?
And what deserves attention so –
When it drags far from life’s full flow?
Should I be here both blind and mute?
Would a parchment skin better suit?
For I see darkness in your light,
Have no true faith in greater might,
And where once I could find your eyes…
I see that now but glass resides.

Safe Bet

We were the safe bet

The if I wasn’t married by thirty bet

But fear kicked in sooner than that

The panic gripped me sooner than that

And by twenty three we were wed

To ‘love and cherish’ and ‘I do’ was said

Spoke false vows and tied the knot

Pretending this was something it was not

 

Can you blame me for straying?

After the hoping and praying

The wondering of what if

Asking was this all there is?

 

You were the safe bet

The if I wasn’t married by thirty bet

 

But I grew bored of just friendship…

 

He was all edges and corners

No niceness or warnings

And I burnt beneath touches

Was painted again by his brushes

Became a masterpiece not a sketch

Something more than sinew and flesh

As he carved open my chest

And found the heart that was left…

 

You were the safe bet

The if I wasn’t married by thirty bet

We were never in love really

Never really saw more in me

Or wanted me so deeply

Or could need me so completely.