
Past Her Innocent Stare Dragons Cease Their Breathing...
Drawings of scorpions
celtic design tattoo
there within those designs
in 'this' dream
lie beautiful women in competition.
Ah my prince
how do they strike your fancy?
How many go unnoticed
not cherished
and overlooked?
How many are wined
dined
yet never invited back?
A story alas I tell of one
a single sound of a wanting melody
not remarkable to some
but a treasure, forever to me
I know those ladies one
to a thousand sighs.
Once I danced along the beach
I flew into the arms of its mist
twas there within my helpless reach
a story with a pitiful twist.
I met a young woman
a sparrow all alone
her voice begun
not even a slight smile shown.
With plight in hand I lent my heart
to a lovely fantasy fairy
her soul was wind her words drew art
unaware of beautiful women in competition.
How does one become a scorpion?
I wanted to lead her to that gateway
let her melt there in that union
knowing power could be in her stay.
How does one protect one's wings
when all around
has left its sting
upon that melting sound?
Small voice was spoken
I heard her sorrow
and in that token
I could not promise her tomorrow.
I reached back in time
when I felt the dragon
a memory in me defined
yet he was such a lonely son.
Still I saw a solid stone
when all was past
thoughts remained alone
so I formed a dragons cast.
If princes are as wise
as they proclaim
within blinding cries
let me know that name.
Bold strokes my arms did bring
my voice did rise
my heart did sing
till I finally opened up my eyes.
Grim Reaper you will not define me
cause a prison
block my gate to flee
no Grim Reaper, please not this one.
Not this time this dread
I will not yield
despite your threats
her soul must be healed.
I gathered sand dollars
lined the seashore
looked near and far
yet saw my doom beyond a door.
Alas that selfish prince had come
had found his way
this morn of sun
his armer shining on display.
He set his eye
upon his prey
beautiful women in competition
what could that fairy say?
What cure is there to misery
this token in my stead
the plights been said for centuries
the sparrow
is now dead.
Let me mark this trail
it is as sacred as the next
travelers don't dispose of needed goods
nor wrap her pillow on their beds.
Soft soul this life departed from
so unaware
of beautiful women in competition
past her innocent stare.
Drawings of scorpions
celtic design tattoo
there within those designs
in 'this' dream
lie beautiful women in competition.
And I will lie awake at night
remembering fairies who forgot their wings
we as fragile as a sailors fleeting kiss.
28 September 2008
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008
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The image is from one of my paintings from my "Victorian Series" called
"Forget Me Not"
24x30 oil on canvas
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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map fairy tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.
I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Meditations For Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS, taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.
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