LINEAGE
I.
Bridgette Carney
Ella McGann
Dorothy Lacey
Hugo deLacey
Snow Hill Laceys
Henry Orlando Lacey
Dorothy Lacey
Papa Cachi y
Mama Chata
Victor Perez
Mercedes Villanueva Victor Perez
II.
The mist arising from
de bogs
cool air up me nostrils
der Faerie Spirit dat
a cum wid me
acrost der moor
to der shimmerin’ sea
‘n smell o’ fish
‘n boats ‘n brine
The silken skin of the
precious princess
enveloped in colored feathers
languid eyes that
suddenly flash
that sparkle of desire
His tall body atop a horse
asking her the way
caught off-balance by
her curious stare
no longer wanting to know
the road ahead
She Could Not Find a Way
She could not find a way to mend it.
It was always there -
aching
furious
- images of tearing a sheet to shreds.
There were no sheets beneath them,
just the prickling straw
that stuck to the sweat of their bodies.
With furious kisses and gripping hands
they clasped their lust between them.
And when it was done,
and he was gone,
she lifted the hay with the pitchfork
and fed the cows who bayed.
She did not know where tenderness lay.
Her coldness enveloped her like ice
and shattered his approach to her.
But, no matter, the Lord has his ways,
and she as a sinner could only obey.
I.
Bridgette Carney
Ella McGann
Dorothy Lacey
Hugo deLacey
Snow Hill Laceys
Henry Orlando Lacey
Dorothy Lacey
Papa Cachi y
Mama Chata
Victor Perez
Mercedes Villanueva Victor Perez
II.
The mist arising from
de bogs
cool air up me nostrils
der Faerie Spirit dat
a cum wid me
acrost der moor
to der shimmerin’ sea
‘n smell o’ fish
‘n boats ‘n brine
The silken skin of the
precious princess
enveloped in colored feathers
languid eyes that
suddenly flash
that sparkle of desire
His tall body atop a horse
asking her the way
caught off-balance by
her curious stare
no longer wanting to know
the road ahead
She Could Not Find a Way
She could not find a way to mend it.
It was always there -
aching
furious
- images of tearing a sheet to shreds.
There were no sheets beneath them,
just the prickling straw
that stuck to the sweat of their bodies.
With furious kisses and gripping hands
they clasped their lust between them.
And when it was done,
and he was gone,
she lifted the hay with the pitchfork
and fed the cows who bayed.
She did not know where tenderness lay.
Her coldness enveloped her like ice
and shattered his approach to her.
But, no matter, the Lord has his ways,
and she as a sinner could only obey.