Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border) she of the newly published book. You can find her in my side bar. Jenny O joined in (Procrastinating Donkey also in my sidebar) and so did I. We could use more joiners. It’s fun.
Each week Diane provides us with a theme which we can use or not….
This week the theme is ‘light’.
The best light
Is faerie light.
It was a dream
A filmy thing
Of a darkened woodland glen
Alight with the glow of fireflies.
Imagine what happened then.
In my dream I saw her there,
A tiny thing with flowing hair.
The fireflies surround her there
And light her silver hair.
She brings me wine in a faeries thimble,
And cake on a ladybugs wing.
I closed my eyes to hear her voice
When the faeries began to sing.
They sang of creatures I knew not,
Their voices rising higher
And creatures from the darkened wood
Drew nigh, and ever nigher.
No need to fear;
Her silken voice
Flowed like butterscotch.
Then I awoke.
The light it broke,
And lit the darkened corners.
No longer in the woods was I
But back in my lonely bed.
I held my aching head.
Faerie wine and bright sunlight…….
I wished that I were dead.