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The Otherworld ©

Graham Donachie
Victoria, Canada
2004

Have you ever walked in the Otherworld ?

I was taught to see.
It was meant to be.
It was just my fate.

The Otherworld
..........

My Grannie it was, who told to me
that I would see what I should see,
she taught me well upon her knee
bout things unseen
and hugging me in her ample bosom,
I took a tipple
from her nipple
and drowned in wisdom.

My Grannie it was, who stoked the fire
o my all-consuming dark desire
to feel the heat o funeral pyre
and go beyond
and hugging me in her ample bosom,
I took the match,
gave it a scratch
and burned with passion.

My Grannie it was, who taught me much,
but just to look and never touch
and only if...I were granted such
an invitation
and hugging me in her ample bosom,
I took the bait
and sealed my fate
and tasted power.

My Grannie it was who taught me well
to weave the magic silent spell,
to make the tolling funeral bell
ring at my command
and hugging me in her ample bosom,
I took the quest
now... know no rest
and never sleep.

My Grannie it was, led me astray
to walk forever amongst the fey
and never know the light o day
now in darkness..
I do dwell.



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