Bellingham's Wood Nymph

My oh my! The soul mate's divining rod is amiss!

My oh my, a change of narratives mid drift?

Quite a feat even for a woodland nymph such as you!

Ah!! dream and dream again to the nocturnal and deluded meadows

Of the fools but faeries' gold - Adorn yourself in your share of May

Flowers, your Dionysian dance - though with many steps amiss ,

The Art of your unread palm . The vernal magic of your self-deceptive calm -

My changeling dear old soul!

Go forth and awaken my wounded little one. Fly sweetly!

Swooning with the victorious cries of the eagles in opalescent pale

Blue and deep azure skies.

Ah! The brightening of the new Dawn.

The wonder of this Magic garden draws you near

Awakening from its long dark winter's sleep.

To the fragrant and intoxicating daisy-scented fields

To the tulips a-swayin in the Wind,

To your loins re-secreting in vertiginous and ecstatic assent

To the a-coming woodlands new mate's orgiastic descent!

Oh! I see the robust color returned to your ashen face from its long

Winter pale and grief stricken sleep!

Now, go bid your former dreams along with that muse of the past-

Running with you in flights of fancy from the start of that huge Vast

The glades of the Sylvan dawn. The collaborative Great Spirit or Brahma's

First great yawn! (dream sung calls from fluttering lips, odoriferous mated

scents in time-fallen tears that form that primal mist!)

- A fond adieu!

- As the Woodland Nymph and Kali in two
Defecates that sweet but now pitted fruit

Once silently entwined with the light of your eyes, the sound of your Heart, The beckoning of your Smile and the touch of your kind!

The nectar you once held so sacred and dear!

But do let those entrails scatter to the Wind!

And retell in that crestfallen or ephemeral dust*

The Ecstatic rise,

The Shuddering Fall,

The Crack of all trust!

- As you once again fall to sleep, to drift

Perchance to dream
And re-attach in a sudden and new rainbow trove*

Of burnished crimson and emerald gold

To another heart-borne muse

In your blitheful glee

In your hapless Dance,

In the woodland umbrage of your soul-torn trance!

*Alt. 1) And retell to that once stalled and secretly scorned twin, hitherto ephemeral dust. 2) faery-land trove.