The Fairy Ring

Last Wednesday I wrote a little fairy fantasy see:
A walk in the woods

This piece just follows on:

 

 

I woke with a start

The room was filled with moonshine

I remembered her

 

I must see her again

So I went back to that wood

But not in the daytime

 

I crept out from home

My teeth chattering with cold

I’d lost all my senses

 

First through the village

Then cut across a meadow

Through the dark tress

 

There in the clearing

Lit only by borrowed glow worms

From a nearby cave

  

Were a dancing troop

Of small laughing and giggling

Fairies who stopped at once

 

When they saw me there

One who knew me stepped up

Bowed and smiled at me

 

So I then sat down

Putting finger to my lips

They resumed their dance

 

What a crazy night

Where my senses were filled

More than anything

 

But as the moon sank

There was a shattering cry

That split the night air

 

Only a fox but

The fairies scooped up their wares

And fled from the ring

 

I trudged home alone

Unloaded my weary body

On my tinselly bed

 

I remembered her

The fairy that welcomed me

She’d blown me a kiss