with three legs
and a queer wheeled limb,
my life is always misery,
in a world of tightrope walkers.
between two mouths and five eyes,
unable to wheel the world
without twisting a trail of wood.
Help me, Wood Faery Mother!
I need a kiss, a prince,
a carving surgeon referral…
She instant wished me
a DIY magazine.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
I flung the failed wish
into a wee pond outside my window,
and wild-hearted, I wheeled into the woods
for The Cutter.
losing a morn, noon twice
and three nights,
by the wee pond outside my window.
said the three-headed girl in the pond.
Her five-eyed stare
turned into an un-prince-like glare,
I told her,
“How do you dare?”
She doubled kissed me on two mouths.
from a magic-less sleep
of clouds, I saw… and thought,
I will kiss my Self into anything I can.
And I dared…
linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
“Tightrope Walkers”, by Remedios Varo