Faerie Gathering Poem by Amanda Jane Yates

Faerie Gathering



The full moon rises this is the night
Faeries to the woodland Ho!
Come all to your monthly commote court.
Lit by your own incandescent glow.

There is your Queen she's both fair and just.
Your king is noble and wise.
To your monthly commote court come all.
On griefs and puzzles they will advise.

The business done let the fun begin.
Drink mead, share gossip and dance.
Come all to your monthly commote court.
To meet your fellows ne'er miss a chance.

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