The Fairy King
December 14th, 2007 at 10:01 am by Colleen (Colleen's Poetry)
I have been unmade by nothing
and nothing shall be my unmaking.
For the king of fairies mocks me and does not know it.
He, with his world of knowledge and plastic beads
laughs at my simplicity.
He, with textbooks of incantations and useless spells
mocks my energy by comparison to the horned toad.
I also have words of Latin and the rack of a first kill,
but they mean nothing.
They are merely symbols used in time by men who know no better.
Teddy bears of the intellectual man who cling to words
and have forgotten the old ways.
But how can I resist the dance?
What glamor has the fairy king.
But I will not tango, nor drink but my own wine.
And for all his beauty, passion and poise
the fruit on his table is always rotten.