Morgan Le Fay From Avalon (Part I) Poem by Gert Strydom

My weird (in my mind) is a little fairy
that comes here time and again
and her witchery some people do find scary,
they believe she can cause havoc and pain

but do not witness her spells and do move on,
do at times change her form into beautiful womanhood
and she does come all the way from Avalon
but in my heart of hearts I know to me she only means good.

Sneaking from tree to tree
as a wild little thing from the forest
that at times is keen to see me
she comes closer and steals upon me when I do rest

as if she is scared that I will again see her small lovely face
but then it's the loveliest thing I have seen
and when she moves there is great grace
with her eyes being emerald-green.

Sometimes she wears a witch's hat on her head
or her raven-black hair do without it gleam
when she comes in the hours of the dead
and of her I do dream dancing in the moonbeams.

Her complexion is snowy-white,
her lips far redder than a red-black rose
with in her eyes a strange intense kind of light
and she has the most slender nose.

I got to know her on a night, not fully asleep,
when as a grown woman I caught her kissing me
held on to her as if her to keep,
in an embrace out of which she could not get free.

"You have got to let me go, " she said softly.
"Not before I do your name know, " I did reply.
She said: "Morgan le Faye or Morgaine"
and bright intensely her eyes did glow.

The smell of fresh apples were on her breath
her mouth tasted much sweeter still.
Eternal youth was somehow to her bequeath
as if she could bend time to her own will

and this I did later from her lips hear
but at the time the loveliest of woman was this,
I was if under a spell and did draw her near,
I did find something exhilarating in every kiss.

"Why are you right here and wooing me? "
The words came out not as I did them intend
as she was truly lovely
but the honest truth I did also want to comprehend.

"I am here hero, to set you free,
to set you free from your broken heart
to heal you mind, your self and your body,
to give you unknown bliss before we do part."

"I am no hero and never have been, "
but she did not believe me, and her kisses did my words still.
She said that I have got to prepare for a great war
but of it she did never tell me more.
I protested and said that I have true heroes seen
but was swept away into bliss and myself I did in her spill.

Much later I could not really believe it
where snugly she was in my arms, in my bed,
where it felt as if together we do really fit
and no kind of pain of fear was in my heart or my head.

For days we lived like this
as if we were on a honeymoon and newly wed,
as if the only thing in life was the ultimate bliss
and during that time many things to me was said

but then one a lovely sunny day Morgan did suddenly change
into a minute radiant fairy with two golden wings
and back to its normal spin and woof she did my world rearrange,
said that she had to attend to some pressing things.

"Good grief, what kind of witchery is this? "
I said in great amazement
she fluttered up to my face and gave me a final kiss
while I did not know what this meant.

By now I knew that she was aeons old,
but in real life extremely beautiful and young
of great ancient Avalon I was told
it sounded like a tale as if it does not to the real world belong.

"What more do you want to know? "
She asked as if in moments she would be gone.
I thought to be funny and witty and said:
"If you are aeons old, then tell me about someone
on whom time did fame bestow."
And she told me of great King Arthur who is dead.

Why she came to me I do still not know,
(she warned me to be ready for any attack)
but she did love, health and healing to me bestow
and she promised to be back.

© Gert Strydom