After the scene in the tavern...

After the scene in the tavern she went to Juxta, to the Emporium, to walk off her anger and irritation and the usual thoughts of what should have been done or what should have been said and how much more satisfying those would have been... if she'd survived them. But after the flush of anger passes, the words tumble themselves into a pattern. Eventually they are written, and a codicil to the event appears on the thorn tree in the garden.


Irony just isn’t what it used to be.
Subtle before, now it seems to me
As if I can’t ignore it, all it takes
Is for me to make one comment and it breaks
Over my head like an over-weighted mace
Or throws its gauntlet right into my face.
I told the woman that she was a fool
For following that one, to be his tool,
For listening to words meant to deceive
For hearing lies and choosing to believe.
And then another one comes in to say
That I’m the same fool in the selfsame way
For following a love I know I share,
Know it, and still hope there’s no one there
When I’m not with him, or it's just a friend.
How easily we teach our minds to bend.
What difference is there? Maybe in the blame;
The first one heard him lie, it’s not the same -
For me, the truth was told, he used no art,
The lies I follow come straight from my heart,
That says this is enough and it will last,
And puts away the future for the past.
But if I’m wrong, don’t ask me to atone,
Just call me fool, and then leave me alone.

- K.

A restless night that eventually leads to calm, and new words to add to those previouly writtten...


It is enough, no matter what they see.
You’ve always made it clear to me I’m free
To choose my way, and this is what I want.
To give it up is something that I can’t
Imagine doing; it would turn me cold.
You give me life, you make my spirit bold,
You make me laugh, your touch can make me feel
That you alone, and no one else, are real.
And holding close to you, in your embrace,
Is well worth any words that I might face
From those who lecture me for my own good.
Hide me from them, be my cloak and hood,
Teach me to walk in shadows, in the night,
I’d rather have your darkness than the light.

- K.