In French there's an idiom for uttering the utterly unbearable: "Pousser des cris de Mélusine," to cry out as does Melusine. These are the heartrending howls of tearing, of separation, of grief for the self, for the beloved.
According to legend, Melusine still cries whenever a member of the House of Lusignan is about to die. Each parting is a new estrangement. Her exile becomes a no-place, where, invisible, untouchable, she hovers nearby, exiled from every form love – except loving.
Delve into the fairy's myth in shape-shifting verse with forms invented to reflect serpent, woman, fairy, spirit, and her human story.