Mimic

That girl… she were a mimic

So slick make your head tick, make them digits click

And by-golly… that tongue they did… lick

Like Lolly

Till she was singin so sweet…

φ

But don’t forget… the sweat of her meet

Ain’t just a candied… treat.

φ

Piles and piles of what used to be

miles and miles

Of reems…

Of cotton-pickin’ dreams

Schemes you forgot weren’t exactly clean

φ

So find yourself another mark

This one’s gone and stole the microphone

From the shark.

 

La Fée

 09/30/2018

 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Obliged

I am not that

To the stars I’ve fallen a slave,
and that swath of Milky Way…
how it begs me now to stay.
Yet untethered…
untethered… I stray,

into the light that always betrays
my scars.
I’ve carried them all
so very far.

So let me rest my head
here for a while…
for I think I’ve forgotten
how to smile…

 

La Fée

 09/30/2018

 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Came for… me

broken cass statue

When night came for

innocence, I turned my head to the right,

for I thought to keep it out of sight.

 

When cold-steel claimed

naivety, well… I buried each scream in song;

for wrought in melody

can anything be

entirely wrong.

 

When the bitter winds stole

surety, why… I turned my trembling to hate;

for only then did it truly abate.

 

But when the shadows consumed

sweetness, when not even an ounce of it did survive,

why… twas then darlin’… La Fée came alive.

 

 

 

La Fée

08/20/2018

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

In Kind

Be Kind

It takes kind, to see kind… a like for every mind

Yours a dark and tangled knot… with a square-knot plot

gone awry.  Goddamn, and still you try… yet never will you comply

I get your reasons, but you forget that the seasons are always new

And treasons of the heart… well, they fall apart when you’re dealing with abstract art

So what will you do, chew… and stew… tell yourself that you’ll make do

When all along La Fée could have freed you?

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Obedience

Obedience

He Craves

A smothering embrace

And every thought my whip can erase

He Hungers

To lose control

To come apart as a whole

He Yearns

For that evil intent

Until every drop of him is spent

He Cries

For sweet release

And to be my final masterpiece

Back arched, knees bent

Forgotten is the rent

Head down, hands barred

His tender flesh forever marred

Stiff neck, aching side

How he loves

Every pleasure he’s denied

 

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