Leftward went his stride, counter to the sun he strode.
They said he was magicked hence by the fairies
or was a mechanical manikin
witched up from a pot of spells.
Old widdershins had a stove pipe hat
and his clothes were plucked from a crow
he was a longshanks, and wicker-boned,
when he circled a church counterclockwise
old wives muttered about the ‘devils work’
but he was just crook-legged and addled.
Queen Mab midwife of the odd and less ordinary
made him from willow cane and burnt straw
and when he circled the wrong way all day
it was only to stabilize the penny-farthings
that roamed around country churches back when.
The land, despite dire warnings,
did not lose itself in a maze of sorrows,
for all was an enchanted misdirection
a hocus-pocus roundabout detour,
a contrary conjecture
that right was always right despite,
and left was just a gauche and a gangly wish.
Old queen Mab
Alone in her halls of bones
Sits by herself
Still as stone
Waiting for her death to atone
But death will not take spiteful Mab
For dark Letus tried once
But soon turned back
For she broke the devil's back,
In crazed horror and in great surprise
Take her back, dark death,
I have no use for such a person
Lest she takes my place
So race back with old Mab.
I hide behind the curtain sword in hand
Ready to flee the hateful land of faerie
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Love is hiding from me
I’m aware of it
Every flaw that I have can make you scared a bit
Did I hear insecure ?
If the shoe fit wear it
And in my case every pair will fit
I can’t find love because I’m looking for it in desperate need
Accept me please
Channel my spirit without a sexual tease
But what I do ?
Lay with you for no particular reason
Peculiar explanations for making you leave
Believe me I wasn’t interested just needed comfort
Support a narcissist
Then make no rebuttal
Rome will crumble one day
I never imagined
Subjects changed you a teacher so I’m just changing my classes
You repeat question like who the most famous rapper
I interact with
Fastly dip from the dungeon that you had me in
I think I’m crazy
Look how good we mab
That same pastor actually killed a kid
Who forgiving sins
Such a beautiful eve
Luke warm water oceans usual swim
I control myself from losing because I don’t usually win
I cheat
I lie
Then I lose her again
Building a home from a table
God securing the fence
I love you
You love me too.
I care about you
You care about me too.
When will you come
I do all the time
Come to you that is...
Mab
04/25/18
Letters to dust,
Wearily cast,
Sculpted on stone,
Singing alone.
Words on a slab,
Spelt by Queen Mab,
Torn from the sky,
Voiced upon high.
Thoughts from above,
Painted with love,
Ready to bloom
Over the moon.
Rhythms unheard,
Blissful and stirred,
Panting to be
Leaves on a tree.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Thistledown wus his name and sometimes he stung, well actually his stem stung. The stinkers gave him a bad name, they did! Handsome wus he. Aye, the ladies loved him. Coming near to his full bushy head of royal purple pomp, thought he smelled good too, they did, bees to his honey.
Summer time was his time, the time to bloom. His thorns served as fairy swords. An', on mass, he an' his guarded the fey's mound. Thistledown kept the cows from trampin' the wee ones. An' the cow plops from offendin' the Royal's wee noses. No hoof falls made treacherous the field's lay.
Suren, he wus sharp this fine boyo. He did 'ave a soft side, a sure sweetness. When fall's goddess Mordron* brought the chill down, he softened. Queen Mab* sent fey to catch his whitened crownin' glory, as each strand, a silken treasure, soft fell and so, Ole Thistle lost his head, for from his crown, and its down, wur made sheets of silken softness for the Tuatha De Danaan's* beds.
*Goddess Mordron/Welsh mythology, Modron ("divine mother")
* Queen Mab of the Fairy
* Tuatha De Danaan pre-Christian gods represented as heroes or fairies.
[Tribes of the goddess Dana]
In my own heart
I will always be true,
I will look in the mirror
And never be blue...
In my own heart
The sun will shine,
Making brighter days
I know I'll be fine...
In my own heart
I am someone,
I am someone who's free
Free until kingdom come...
In my own heart
I will say I can,
Even when it's raining
And there's no band...
In my own heart
I won't boast my name,
Even if I am blessed
To become rich with fame...
In my own heart
I will continue to love,
Continue to share
As he does from above...
Mab 03/15/11