As Brigid walked, returning home,
Along a forest path,
She chided herself not to roam,
And thought of her next bath.
Yet Fate had very different plans
For Brigid, that sweet girl,
And drew her to the wood of Pan’s
By a-glimmer like a pearl.
But as she came within good sight,
She saw it was no glimmer,
Instead, her heart filled with delight,
As she saw sparkles shimmer.
“What are these little things?”
she asked, as she moved closer still,
The glowing of their tiny wings
Imparted such a thrill.
The Queen, she flew up, bright and small,
And greeted the fair lady,
“How dark you are, and oh, so tall,”
She gripped her ukulele.
“I mean no harm,” the lady said,
“I only want to see.”
Although she should be in her bed,
Her heart filled up with glee.
“Although you’re dark, you seem quite sweet,”
The Queen at last conceded,
“Your presence gives us quite the treat,
Just sit a ways,” she pleaded.
So gently that she might not tread
Upon a single fairy,
She moved away and there she shed
Her cloak, and sat to tarry.
Sitting there in deepest night,
She watched the fairies dance.
They moved and sparkled with such light,
She shortly was entranced.
A moment’s blink, or so it seemed
Dawn’s fog caressed her cheek.
The fairies’ dance and how they’d gleamed
Had put her straight to sleep.
And as she walked back to her home,
By light of rosy sun,
She ate a piece of honeycomb,
And thought of past night’s fun.
I will return tomorrow night,
She promised herself, firmly.
I need to see their sparkly light;
This time, I’ll go out early.
~ Amarine Rose Ravenwood