John William Waterhouse, The Magic Circle
Lady Crow
i am the bright red month of love
i am blue
the man i love
he loves you
but your heart is cold like the winter snow
and your soul is dark like the tempest storm
that brings bright days before the hurricane
rips him from me
me
the circus girl with the sunshine smile
that gave him light and happy days
and friendly thighs that made him forget the others
those memories carved deep in mind stone
full of love
full of him inside me
passion fire, flesh and blood
But the crow she calls she calls his fate
and comes to pick the pieces of his heart till this day
my love is gone with the crow
she flew away
with him in claw
she calls
call call
call call
to me
circus girl i have him now and forever
you could never break the spell
for i taught him not to love
so love was never in his heart
the pieces i devour
are the pieces you tainted with love
and he shall never be yours my dearie
mother crow has gone
with her spawn
i understand the tragedy of Oedipus
and know the pain of Prometheus
who also flew close to the fire
- written for Charles, may one day escape the crow's nest
c. paulette powell, 2007
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i am the bright red month of love
i am blue
the man i love
he loves you
but your heart is cold like the winter snow
and your soul is dark like the tempest storm
that brings bright days before the hurricane
rips him from me
me
the circus girl with the sunshine smile
that gave him light and happy days
and friendly thighs that made him forget the others
those memories carved deep in mind stone
full of love
full of him inside me
passion fire, flesh and blood
But the crow she calls she calls his fate
and comes to pick the pieces of his heart till this day
my love is gone with the crow
she flew away
with him in claw
she calls
call call
call call
to me
circus girl i have him now and forever
you could never break the spell
for i taught him not to love
so love was never in his heart
the pieces i devour
are the pieces you tainted with love
and he shall never be yours my dearie
mother crow has gone
with her spawn
i understand the tragedy of Oedipus
and know the pain of Prometheus
who also flew close to the fire
- written for Charles, may one day escape the crow's nest
c. paulette powell, 2007
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Return to Works of Paulette Powell Contents
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