CAMELOT FANTASIES

Preamble to the next chapter
The tickling of the throat
A sure sign that gossipmongers
Are at it again
Releasing the dramatic tension
Erasing the remnants that
Still thrives to stick on the surface
Like molasses
It’s thick sweetness adhering
To every touch
It’s been a whirlwind of late
Yet the need to meditate
Escapes my mind
Thoughts are tumbling
Like a dryer wrestling with wet clothes
Churning
Constantly turning
There is an artist in me
That’s dying to entertain
All venues
It’s in my blood
My soul craves that type of exercise
It’s not the attention so much
As the love of the arts
Being able to sing
A song written with the angst of love
Draw my subjects eyes
As alive as the fires flame
Burning within them
Portray a character written
By the writer battling with
Life’s trials and tribulations
A dancer fluidly moving
To the rhythm of the music that
Elevates the joy in ones soul

Connecting with these sides
Makes me realize
How much I love life
Though the last decade was filled with strife
I wouldn’t change a thing
My Metamorphoses Evolved
Someone I always wanted to be
Classically elegant

~Divine