East, to European fairytales where ancient landscapes echo strange spirits and spells. I feel a kinship with that impossible magic that casts its shadow over reality and summons the curious whims of our imagination. Lately, I have found something beautiful, something haunting in the character of the Szépasszony. She is known as the "fair lady" in Hungarian folklore. She is described as a woman with long hair, who can appear either naked or in a white dress. Like literary fairies, she can transform herself, appearing with a hoof, or in animal form, or in the form of a lover. She can also become invisible and is always dangerous.
Her fatality is
legendary, yet I believe there can be a vulnerable side to her character. Though destined by fate to haunt and steal love from her victims, she may harbor a need to become genuine, to shed her fabled self and define her own position in life.
Even in the real world, we are often labeled by other people's perception of us. They see what they want to see and place certain traits on our behavior and thoughts. It is a matter of assumption and we are left to defend our inviduality, our right to be an original being. Perhaps, this is what I found when writing the poem --
Szépasszony...
on nights when dampness
tangles her stars
in a net of mist, you have
called me this --
Long-haired lady
who comes to your arms
bare and rubbing her hoof
against your shin.
Before you turned down the sheets,
I had been running as a doe
so pale and swift,
I matched storm water rushing
over woodland stones.
You know the old
storytellers of Magyar
call me mercurial, snatching
the moment's glitter and making
a man think its gold will linger
beyond night into countless days.
They warn I am fickle
and spin love from the spider's silk.
But I say my fingers
have never touched her spindled tongue
nor has my own
shimmered with lies
Szepasszony,
these soft syllables may sprout
suspicon, but I blossom fair.
My hands, Dear Love,
stay in your hands
and abandon time to a low
moon resting
on the shoulder blade of change.
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