Pixie's Spell
On a lustrous November night
Along each gliding way;
The thrill of the season beckoned
Into the woods that day--
Where in the hush so intricate
That pulsated lithesome yet clear,
I heard a mild voice singing
Which only those attuned may hear-
A jingle through the pewter leaves
A quiver through the boughs ...
I paused for just ahead of me
This dreamlike figure stood,
With gauzy, ribbon-tinted wands
And gown of crimson hue
She was the very spirit of
That gentle forest view:
But was I somehow part of this
Was she really there ?
That pixie maiden with a crown
And garlands in her hair.
Until a male fey drifted by
My, was it really so
Or did some magic enthrall me?
I'll really never know ...
Fairy Tale Contest for Alexis Y.
6/21/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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