Water rumbles through rocks.
Moonlight leaching color from bare stone.
Fae dance under night's singular spotlight.
Lone and barren near angry water.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

I dance a dangerous tune
Body writhing between bladed dancers
Feet bleeding on the barbed wire circle
Maniacle grins on every face
But I've rarely had more fun.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

Through flame and ice,
Time and space are one and the same.
Spinning out of control,
While a noose slides about the neck.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

Control
is a Pipe Dream, love
Created by those
who know the depths
and heights of mental torture

By Machelle Wingblood

~ # # # ~

Flutes sing to Mother Moon.
Amongst untainted trees,
Goddesses dance with Gods.
The Fae watch in wonder.
Wishing for the grace,
Beauty of the Divine.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

I am become
More frustration
than balance
Torn
in three directions
I fight
for center.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

Storm rages through my heart.
Dark desires denied.
Sunlight and green forest
are as cool water.
Returning
the
Balance

by Mist

~ # # # ~

Sunlight
and green forest
Do not calm
my inferno
I wish
I could fight it
With high rock
and Fierce Breeze
Or to dive
Deep
Into warm
Moonlit
Pools.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

Pools lighted by Luna
Chilled with winter rime.
Pools lighted by Luna
Boil with Gaia's rage.
Wind is a razor,
Dual edged.
Rocks yield only
unto
Chronos.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

I've danced with moonbeams ya know.
It's true.
though I know you don't believe me.
I've seen the fairie circles
Though I don't dare join.
But they call to me
deep in my dreams
and I'm always one step closer
to answering.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

Flames seduce
little moths.
Moonbeams caress
gentle lovers.
Flames seduce
watching cats
Dreams embrace
sleepers tight.
Flames seduce
fairie folk.
Magic kisses
sensitive minds.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

Magic Kisses
are as rare
as moonflowers.
Each as intoxicating
as the other.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

Wine from moonflowers
fuddles senses clouded
by beauty.
Fantasy surrounds
engulfs
Lifting forever
spirits below ground.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

My feet hurt.
And I'm tired of Dancing
Their Fantasy.
Good girls don't do this.
And if you love me you'll do that.
Or they just bellow commands.I want to sink
to the bottom of a warm green pool
and Breathe Freedom.
I want to
STOP
And just _be_ me
For a while.

But the song
And the Steps
Go on.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

The drummers stop
Red shoes fall off.
Bleeding and broken
Legs swollen from dancing.

Laughter rises from elsewhere.
Why must they have all the fun?
Why must I be alone?

The music starts again
but I cannot rise.
Blood slips from my seams.

by Mist

~ # # # ~

I, myself?
I contimplate the Knife
For it's beauty.
It's simplicity.

There are no curves
That go to places unknown.
No hidden Edges.

A slip of the blade
and you can loose
any unwanted attachments
leaving only
the bloody circles
of memory.

By Machelle Winblood

~ # # # ~

by Mist

Posted November 12, 1997

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