GS No. 3

Great Sky No. 3

Pic: Eldorado, NM 07/15/18
There is nothing in you unfamiliar.

There is nothing in you I have not loved a thousand ways.

For I see you now, as I have all those times before,

the man beneath;

for beneath is where your light is stored,

and that is where our love has lived

a thousand lifetimes,

a thousand more.

For you are as familiar to me as the clouds are to the sky.

Please my love,

never question why

my love is deeper than any ocean and

tougher than any trouble

yet begun.

And no matter, I will stand by you,

even carry you, whatever may come.

For this,

for all,

for my everything

I am yours



La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Lion Beneath the Wool


Briton Rivière - Una and the Lion

Briton Rivière – Una and the Lion


They told me I was a lamb.  As I fought for scraps amongst the pigs,
they told me I was a lamb.
They told me I was a sheep.  As I fought beneath their feet,
they told me I was a sheep.
They told me my place, nestled deep within the confines of their fear,
they told me my place.
Yet they forgot a lion needs no name, just as permission grants no power.
So I showed them… a lion can also soar.


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018




I’ll take a double scoop, another loop
Of this thing called life
Suck it down, with all of its troubles
and strife
I’ll take everything
Shee’s got to give, to live
Throw it to the wind and pray
There’s divinity when we play
Take the dark-bus, the night-train
Leave the bar singing in the rain
I won’t behave, but I’ll be nice
With every bite and every slice
This isn’t a last call, but life’s a ball
And there’s an end that stalks us all
So I’ll jump the tables, break the lens
Get a lover and make some friends
Drive off the cliff, of what used to be
Cuz there’s no defining me
To suck the marrow, I’ll have to bite deep
Eyes closed, I’m not afraid to leap

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

That Midnight Ride

country road


That midnight ride, out into the country side, when you thought you were all alone, I was there. 

Like that whispered dream at morning’s seam, or that tenderness you could never quite place. 

That gentle gale, that mysterious perfumed inhale, why even that trepidation upon your lips… oh my darling, it was always the ghost of my hips.

How deep in your belly, a bowl full of jelly, whenever you looked upon my face, cuz you knew, deep in your bones, in all those yet unheard moans, I was the one to unravel you. 

My love, mi amore, my ravenous conquistador.


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Chapter 3 – Catching Cassandra

Catching Cassandra – Chapter 3 – Cassandra

Chapter 3 - Cassandra


When a young woman is suspected of a truly horrific crime, it is up to Criminal Psychologist Dr. Ashlyn Veda of the Special Investigations Unit of the Austin PD to figure out why.

La Fée

Those Azure Eyes

Azure Eyes

His Eyes came in cruel waves,

involuntarily, I know,

for he could not, not now,

nor never would,

truly understand their blow.


That once I knew those eyes,

once, a very long, long time ago;

a millennia or more,

upon a distant shore;

how they’d brought me to all fours.


By seven I knew,

and at every age – as I grew,

they’d been there, haunting my sleep,

and in them ancient secrets making me weep.


For our lives are not, and have never been

held fast to time, and place,

yet I believe no one could misplace

the visceral recognition upon either face.


For in that meeting we both knew

that fate and time had once again made do,

yet this time, didn’t I see a glimmer of something new?


And I wondered, just for a moment, if fate

was something we could at long last abate.


Or would those azure eyes

once again bring about my bloody demise?


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018




Live, life of mine, like a torch upon the wind

Blow, bright, unfettered, and all sin we’ll rescind

Fill the sky with your impassioned cries

Forgive yourself all your lies

Crawl, if you can’t walk, I’ll carry you

Fast or slow, my strength will see you through

With empty arms or laden still

There’s living and then there’s the thrill

So dance, and twirl, and spill your juice

With your demons call your truce

Cuz the world’s capricious grace

Is a feast we should all embrace


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018


When We Lived In A Wild Wood The World Was Perfect

wild wood


Tamed by well-informed hands, she was the lover you first knew; splayed open and vulnerable, she allowed you to plum her lush and mysterious depths.

Giving of her mysteries only once you’d learned the secret language of her hills, and her valleys; once their stories became the histories of your tales.

But your hands grew cold, and your teeth grew jagged, as your hunger grew ever so cruel; and with your insatiable need, and your shameless and calamitous greed, you supplanted all that was perfect and instead replaced it with a rotten and repugnant seed.

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Cricket Song

Van Gogh - Angler und Boote an der Pont de Clichy

By Reprography from art book, Public Domain,

I call out your name, but not in despair, never in despair.  For you are my boy of summer, my sunshine, my days of plenty.

No, I cry out your name with all the radiance of a newly-formed star, with all the glory of a Parisian springtime in bloom, with all the reverence the moon holds for the sun, and he too for her in return.

Why, from the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat, you are there, the wind of change and the flame of eternity melding into one.

From the bottom of my soles to the tip of my head, every nerve singing its song of ecstasy and love, crying out your name, for all the world to hear.

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Long before…

Before comfort there was pain

“Long before I knew comfort, there was pain; a pin-pointed moment filled up with as much as anyone could possibly take, a moment then compounded exponentially by all the subsequent moments that followed.
But eventually, even pain becomes a victim of its own success, and so it too receded into the background, until eventually there was simply… nothing.
Until one day comfort finally came, all alien and new, and infinitely unknowable; I had no other choice but to view it through the lens I had been given, the lens through which every other experience of my short and rather pathetic life had been viewed.
Comfort then, at least at first, was as traumatic, as stressful, and every bit as painful as anything that I had known before.
How long before my brain was capable of asking, ‘Does this really hurt?’ I couldn’t possibly say, for time, a hostage in pain’s pincer-like grip, had become a slippery devil, and seemed as feckless as love itself.
And yet, eventually, my rigid muscles did relax, and my suspicions faded, because at last… at long-last, I’d found someone I could count on.” Cassandra Lethe

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

I often wander…

forest trees fog foggy
Photo by Jaymantri on

I was born of the Earth, as much as of any human mother, and yet it was Her bosom that suckled and nourished me as I grew.  And into Her arms I still run for refuge.  The human who gave birth to me had been too distracted by a need to compress as much pain and suffering into a single-point in space and time to ever be there for me.  Let alone nurture me.  But Mother was there.

And though I know Shee was with me always, it was high up in an Alpine Fir where I first heard Her sing.  Out amongst the branches, amongst the pine cones and the bugs, there was Her voice singing, and whispering to me truths that no one else cared speak.  And so I listened, and I learned, for many long and happy years.

I visit Her still, out there among the worms and the ferns, where Her primordial wisdom speaks in whispers, imparting a gentle knowing through Her subtle showing… that tips Her hat in such splendid ways; if only one is watching, and listening, and feeling.

Deep into Her darkness I often wander, alone for hours, yet never lonely, just once again that little girl with twigs in her hair.

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018