|The Fairy Ring
Author: White Rose Tree PM
No thanks, no sandwich for me, off to dance with the fairies.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Poetry - Words: 489 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 10-26-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2588554
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Tired of here and now and who knows where –
(it doesn't matter)
leaning over porch rails
away from the garish squares of light
electric loud barbequed gossip –
away into the pale silk black
of an evening of fireflies
lazy lays summer
a magical peacetime –
but I am no child
and I know the difference
between reality and fantasy
(I thought I did at least).
But what is a thought?
Barefoot in the grass
dewy damp with rain fallen in daylight
fallen from another world to this one where
normal sight will lead you nowhere –
here in the moonlight I see lights in the woods
just off in the woods
just off to the side from the cabin
the Others are talking and laughing inside
and no one will miss me if I follow the fancy
just off in the woods.
Color doesn't matter
what matters is light –
and the wordplay of shadows
cricket song lyrics rain tree melody
the trees turn into notes for the night.
A rustling drawing
(a heart-held breath)
place out of time (time out of place)
only the rhyme-rhythm of the story made real.
(doorway to Faery)
Too deep into thought and dreaming tonight
to remember my name –
and then they appear
appearing as rainbows of white –
a dance in every shade of starshine
a long and wild one
and a circling song of owl and reed
a flute of river water
a pearl harp note taking time to drop onto the moss.
A figure turns –
female with flashing eyes
opal fire flaming blue sky bright insanity.
There is no right and wrong here
(only light and dark and dancing).
Dance with me!
She holds out a hand
holding nothing –
but to hold it
only take it
and be taken turned swift within
within the ring –
I want to dance I want to wish
I wish for my wishes
to come true –
Dance with me?
her eyes are yearning
(yet they are laughing).
A wan hand catches at mine
one step to reach the mark –
I stood too long.
standing at the edge as the carol winds away
in the blinking of an eye.
Silence in the trees and a stealing wheeling wind
twists the leaves off of their twigs
sets them to the ground –
a love wreath for a ring.
step upon the stair –
creak and zip of breeze in screen –
(screeching sounds of mirth
smoke and static) –
There is no turning back.
But still –
looking out into the dark
(remember there is truly nothing but the darkness and dancing)
there is the dance
in the air –
a question ever waiting for the answer.
I will dance
(within and away)…