The Wife of Bath's Tale by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825)

You left me here

And while you were gone

The terrors did come

Did multiply

Until the sky went away

Taking with it, the memory

Of your smile


You return to me

To find I’m not the same

Not at all

Can you peel away

The memories

That replaced

My soul


What shadows do you see

In the mind’s-eye

Staring back at you

Stay away

I can’t

Won’t make time or my mind



I climbed the length

Of my soul

To get out of this hole

And on the precipice sit

But no horizon do I see

Only hear that eternal call

Of the fall…

How it holds me now…



La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

When We Lived In A Wild Wood The World Was Perfect

wild wood

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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

An Uncommon Complacency

*Take Hwy 35 north, until it don’t go north anymore…long road.JPG
There’s an uncommon complacency – out here among the trees;
a relaxing of everything – except for those immortal mysteries.
No broadcast news, no corporate control,
only the loons and my fractured soul.
But cast deep within the shadows of this dark-twilight wood
is a secret no man has ever understood.
For a secret language lingers here
yet it’s only whispered into the feminine ear.
For this is where the Goddess dwells
and by her Grace I’ve come under her spell.


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018