by MARK CLOUGH
J M Barrie’s faerie stole my heart
Or was it Keats’s … La Dame Belle sans Merci?
We met there in the some-wheres of our time
Full beautiful … a fae delight
Who looked at me as was her want
And made sweet moan as Psyche would
To let warm Love come in …
That night long gone but not forgot
Where she did weep and sighed full sore
And whose wild wild eyes
I softly shut … with kisses … sweet and sure
So easy to love … How could I not?
So hard to leave … No way to stay
My new best friend
My heartbreakingly beautiful goodbye girl
How do I love thee? In this Neverland. Let me count the ways …
No … let’s not …
Too many cheers … too many tears
All for naught once more my prize
My carnal lust … My foolish fears …
My … search for Camelot
With debts also owed to Elizabeth Barrett Browning