eyes of the hawthorn wood.
Brown-crimson
from too much inner sight
and old, old blood on white
skin, white as snow.
Beware the witch,
witchy eyes as eat
when you thought she gave so freely.
Hawthorn russet eyes will soon prove all-consuming.
Eyes and damaged lips,
and ivory skin,
bruised beneath the jawbone,
vulnerable,
enticing.
Trust not.
For every knight who enters
of his own free will
discovers later,
a critical instant later,
that Lamia, Lamia
lies coiled about him;
scales
secure his fate.
Softly crooning hymns to the dying, she writes
poetry and spells on her
inner wrist
to ward off evil.
Beware.
Hawthorn-russet eyes will soon prove
all-consuming.
Witch of the Hawthorn Wood
January 9, 2010
9'' x 12''
pencil and coloured pencil on paper
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