Ode To the Fairy

Fairy kings, dryads in the labyrinths of nightfall fill children’s heads with dread. They walk hushed, their pockets full of bread Bewitched these children bring elusive, unthinkable thoughts, of wings that flitter in aqua tints, perch a silver instant on nodding fronds tumble into violet, dew- drop flowers. Spirits of the blue air, fragments of a baby’s first laugh travel to us over centuries of sky in a boat of glass On rainbow wings that flutter among flowered garlands, sparkle in waterfalls, shimmer in twisted vedigris woods. haunting moonlit narratives. Awaken imagination in ethereal meadow-pinks Arise from lakes on a pure white horse. Hide their gold in blossoms of gorse Reign over deep earth, intervolve, spells from midnight 'til the cock’s first crow. Glorious gladness and frivolity. In the shadowed hours of indigo, dance in a secret ring. Spin star shine into fairy dust and sing nature’s magic.