Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
Midsummer-Night’s
Dream
i.F.A.
I am dancing in the Summer’s orchards,
The golden apples in the trees,
A silver moon sailing above them.
The pins and combs are flying from my hair
Which loosens in ecstatic joy.
My belt describes a purple circle on green grass.
I do not care.
A thousand eyes are in the woods -
Shining and watching us.
I do not care.
I’m drunken by the mead of Annwn:
Forbidden, sweet and scandalous.
I am seduced by Your hand on the harp,
Sweet music, impossibility’s own honey,
By melodies of flutes,
So bitter-sweet, so ever liminal,
Breath of undying passion.
I am addicted to
Fair non-world’s Love.