Dance With the Fae: A Collection

Written by Heather Powell
Artwork: "Full Moon Fairy and Owl Guide" by Barbara Gross

The Fairy Ring

Golden lights floating in the darkness
Names hidden under fear and doubt
Talk of dancing, acts of trickery
Warnings in legend fading over time
Dewy circled sentinels waiting for a night of revelry
Forbidden fruits tasted on the tongues of innocents
Lost forever in a wild mix of gossamer wings
And yearnings yellowed over time
Stolen youth locked inside an arcane cage
Human feet twirling on and on never knowing,
Fearing, the end.

The Theft

They popped up overnight,
Silent scouts, hinges to a realm
Of myth and lore where mortal
Flesh may dance beneath the elm.

Hum of fragile wings drinking in a moonlit
Sky mixing with the crunch of dying leaves.
I find myself inching closer, holding
Tightly to my name with ease.

Leaving behind the walls of plaster,
Rooms of artificial light,
Drinking in the Earth, wind and fire,
Yearning to be wild, out of sight.

“Come,” they call beckoning me to dance.
In their midst, I spin and snatch the riches
They’ve scattered on the ground.
Sunrise. I find nothing but broken toadstools.

My jewels and pearls and rubies –
Acorns, sticks and thorns!
The magic ring extinguished
And I am left to mourn.