I walked across the meadow
On a moonlit silver night
I passed the bridge above
the ridge
As I searched for the
fairy site
Two barn owls hooted
On a tree
They flapped their wings
to beckon me
To sit on a flat stone
'Twas the fairies throne.
In the circle I spotted
Three squirrels and a rat
An otter wearing a funny hat
There were geese a fox
and strange, some hens
We all waited for the fairies
Of the glens.
On a grassy spot a moon beam
Of light, lit up this sacred site
Fairies appeared, it was just
like a dream
Their beauty was like nothing
I've ever seen
They played music and
hummed a mystical tune
They danced and kissed me
By the light of the moon
When the golden dawn
Stole the silvery night
I awoke it was daytime
No fairies in sight
All alone on a cold
slab of stone
I scribbled on it,
this fairy poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your fairies Douglas wish I could see them.