The Bitter Taste Of Sugar Poem by Lidia Running

Hark to thee
Thou art so sweet
Like the pitter-patter
Of faery feet

Fragile ears
In yonder glen
Spelled deep fortress
Of faery ken

Little child
With sky filled eyes
Thou hath told the prettiest
Little lies

Went down to the forest
With a cross upon thine breast
Thy white frock a fluttering
And eyes so far from rest

Broke the code of magick
With thy heart upon thine sleeve
Doomed to stay in wooded knoll
And never beget leave

Thou art a faery princess
With thy crown of deadly thorns
Trapped forever in a spell
Of dewy sparkling morns

Thou art such a pretty person
With a soul all laid out bare
And little red rivers
Running through thine golden hair