The waiting is the hardest part, our lovely lady, here to the right, seems resigned to the fact that she must wait. And so she does. But what is she waiting for? Perhaps a poem could shed some light?
Lady in Waiting by Teena Marie Fancey
Adrift without mooring in a pea green boat
Heart full to bursting, body ready to feast
Ravenous, with runcible spoon in hand
I dream by the light of the moon
The taste of honey already on my tongue
Your ocean skin and waves of hair
I’m caught in a counter current, your pull
I dream by the light of the moon
Adrift without mooring in a pea green boat
Heart full to bursting, body ready to feast
Ravenous, with runcible spoon in hand
I dream by the light of the moon
The taste of honey already on my tongue
Your ocean skin and waves of hair
I’m caught in a counter current, your pull
I dream by the light of the moon
The Owl and the Pussycat is a favourite childhood
poem of mine. I often use the image of the pea green boat
to depict the idea of romance in my work...