Swan Song

Nightfall painting and giclee on canvas by artist Michael Parkes
Art ~ Michael Parkes

Curious, isn’t it.

I perhaps never loved you.

I just needed your distraction so badly. I was bored.

You perhaps never loved me.

You simply needed me to be your fairy god mother. You were oppressed.

Now we have separated because of our dis-eases.

After all our investment.

I am still bored.

And you are more oppressed than ever before.

But.

I loved you.

No perhaps.

 

 

Wonder One . . . .

Boulet-Mercury003 Susan Seddon
Art ~ Susan Seddon Boulet

I will not forget the first time we had a corporeal encounter –
A hovering gossamer legion –
On the gray shore I stood watching essences float from silver heaven,
Chorusing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”
In thousands of intonations.

Once I was startled,
When One whooshed through my closed bedroom window,
A chest-high eagle, in the half light,
Gazing at me with keen golden eyes.

Wonder One sometimes acquires the form of a warm, brown horse.
Once, my first husband shot this creature.
Of course he could not kill — only wound.
Such power heals and lives.
I embrace the sturdy neck often.

Phenomenon flies behind my back and wraps me in an owl feather cape,
Chanting singsong whispers into my ear
When I am tied high in swaying pines.
At this touch, my hang-ups snap.

I have seen Divine as a curly-haired faun,
With fragrant, silken taupe skin.
Rarely could I look into such a face then.

Medicine woman, Robelle, saw my Protector when I lived in the haunted vicarage —
A giant young man in a brown suit standing guard.
In that house I needed shelter.

Great Crone came and sat with me on the stone bench before my altar
As my maternal grandmother Hannah.
She cackled when I asked her if she loved me.

Another time, as I mused on the same bench, before the same altar,
On a warm shore of Lake Superior, Wonder One emerged from the water
On fine gild-scaled legs, filmy wet gauze trailing,
Long strands of jewels and sea weed wound in tangled hair,
Silently sat with me.
Here again were the eyes of the eagle.

I summon Wonder One
Who cannot be escaped,
Who cannot be forced,
Who loves on me. . . .