Invitation of a Faery

As I stooped to inspect
A beautiful golden mushroom
I surprised a tiny faery
With the face of an angel
And the wings of a dragonfly
“Sir, you startled me, she cried”
Then fluttered about
And landed on my finger
“Come wih me Sir”, she implored.
“The satyrs and maenads,
The sprites and the fauns,
They all await you.”
And as I gently set her down,
I whispered gently
Yet secure in my command
“Tell them I will arrive soon,
My precious one,
I will arrive soon.”

Words and photography by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016


My Muse


So deeply beautiful
Moving really
As a woman
A spirit
A passionate lover
And my muse
Wild and fierce
But partially hidden
Your perfect lines
And gorgeous eyes
Inspire the artists hand
Your verse
With such sensual honesty
Moves the poet’s soul
And you
As a woman
Stir my
Most basic
and intense desire

I wrote this originally in 2013 as a tribute to the relationship between Andrew Wyeth and his neighbor Helga Testorf.  If you do not know the story of Andrew Wyeth and Helga Testorf, you may read about it here.  Helga Testorf is still alive and will celebrate the 30th anniversary of the release of The Helga Paintings this August.