'Twas a night of full moon splendor
I lay restless in my bed,
A haunting, magic melody
Danced rainbows in my head;
Sleep was not an option,
My mind now full awake -
I grabbed my coat and lantern
Thought a midnight walk I'd take;
I wandered toward the wooded path,
The night was full of sound,
The moon cast eerie shadows
On the dampened leaf strewn ground;
Now entering the forest dark
I thought I saw a light
Away off in the distance
In the misty woodland night;
My ears detected laughter
And music crystal clear -
A most enchanting fairy ring
From nowhere did appear;
Tiny dancing fairies spun
In circles round and round -
Their tiny wings did flutter
As they hovered o'er the ground;
Rainbow colored forest sprites
Did chase each other after,
Then tumble down upon the ground
In giggling fits of laughter;
As I moved to better see
I stepped upon a branch -
Then instantly the fairy sprites
Did freeze within their dance;
Then quickly in a blinking eye
The ring did twirl and scatter -
Leaving golden sparkles in
A mist of fairy matter;
Once again the midnight sounds
Returned as if on cue,
The fairy ring had disappeared
To where? I have no clue;
Slowly now I wander back
Into my lucid world,
I'd stepped into a magic land -
My mind had been unfurled;
Yet still I question what I saw,
And wonder at its meaning -
Had I crossed into another realm,
Or was I merely dreaming?
Linda..thanks for taking me back to childhood days where anything i read was a possible reality, , , wow..great work.. glen
Yay! It IS a series! Casting your spell again L. I can only reiterate comments as per I and II, to which I would refer every reder. This is a superb series. t x
Now I'm worried. Your sprites shouldn't be up that late at night! God help them if my Imp spots them. Now, are we gonna have a sprite for every day of the week, or does this exquisite series end here? Danny
Truely magical I love this series of fairy poems.Another ten! ! ! !
Linda, yet another enchanting trip across the wood to the fairy land. Top Marks from me and thanks for sharing it. David
These Forest Sprite poems are a delight. Full of magic and whimsy and written with impeccable style. Suitable for ages five to ninety-five. Love them. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Listen Midnight, I like Danny, but never mind the problems with his IMP, as my OSSIBLE waits up in his rocking chair everynight until your SPRITES come out to play.And forget about how late it is, .Everyone knows that IMPS have no sense of time.KEEP'EM ROLLIN' MIDNIGHT ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/fjr!
is there more? ...linda thanks for the free trip into the forest...i love fairy tales...the grimms and enid blyton as a kid...did you read 'dreamsoldfair' of mine? ...love...nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Linda... I lived this poem as I read it; such deep impact your words have.. your narration has the power to visualise the imagery.. This is indeed a great write....