The Cupid and the Queen

[Irish Bard]

One for Valentine's Day from my in progress book The Turn Observed (an anthology of poetry and art based on the wheel of the year).

The Cupid and the Queen
A swift spark jumps the grate.
Tricks the ticks, bends the bell.
Smallness slips the fencing fates,
The cherub’s charming spell.

Her tired brow, stern noble
Craving pause, pressed by toil.
Winter’s weight, dragging mantle
Governing the sleeping soil.

Ice lady indulgences levity.
Blue lips twitch, hint a smile.
She cracks her crystal sanctuary
For a cherub’s whimsied wiles.

Her end dances in his eyes
And yet she accepts a kiss.
Granted lease of snowing sky,
He draws a day of bliss.

Grim expressions, soften loosen,
Cupid cracks iced silence.
Winds whisper tingling tunes
Calling the young to dance.

Warm prose weights paper.
Passion promises, ribbons tied.
Soft delirium drawing showers
Of bonbons, blooms and butterflies.

White and grey displace crimson.
Cupid’s day concludes it’s dances.
A creeping chill cools passion.
Shall spring renew the stolen glances?

Artwork and lyrics Copyright - Graeme McAllister