Wounded Le Fay

A fairy was I till my island went a flame.
Who was I but my sinful half brother to blame. Pride engulfed in his golden crown
As I grieve flushed in ember with my mourning gown.

I leak from the orbs that see only death. Once I healed , I rejoiced, I loved.
Vines , ferns , petals and earth,
Nothing more shall be given birth?

My body is no longer mine .

~Arthur

~ Avalon no more

I had a withered swan.
She raised my prosperous gentle burned hair as fair as a fawn.
An idol of women , order here, clean there , cook everywhere .
What poor fate had she you ask?
My former love set a charm , leading to my half brothers beating arm.
A man with wealth , a man of power , hidden in plain site , a man looking like my father. My mother knew not she bore a child.
The next day she was found set free in the liberating wild.

~ King Uther and Igraine

My other half , seduced me into bearing my own blossoms. Ripening by falls end.
A fruit so tragic yet so I breathe my love in.
Never to take a bite , never letting it rot.

Such forbidden love struck the land.
I flee with a basket sparse with one fruit.
No door to safe , no man to holy.
A grail is what he needs , a grail he shall not get.

Warrior women have their legends.
Tales of fight , tales of might.
What makes a warrior women you ask once more?
A warrior woman is she who endures as she drops to the floor. The man of knowledge I recall, my former interest.

Wounded le Fay

Half my heart a man of knowledge, Half my blood a man I abolish , Half my life a man I cherish,

My body is mine. My body is mine.

~ My Sweet Mordred

Set a charm on his dying breath. Made me a cold blooded beast of myth against my own. My powers exhausted , I struck inferno out of will to my one and only son.
He knew not it was me , as he was done.
I lose all , and I lose more. I lost my presence that day, spirit and all.

Never to fade amongst faded flowers again. Never to weep amongst weeping women again.

I lasted till the end.
I join my sisters, in the Avalon of the sky.
I rejoice once more.
I led a life of virtue
Hate is only natural , fuelled by love and kindness

What more is there to be a warrior woman ?

~Merlin

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s