Girl In The Clearing Poem by M C Wright

There is a girl in the clearing hidden by the trees
Once dancing as a free spirit then falling to her knees
She moves with such grace as though walking on air
Her elegant posture and that piercing stare
She has a mischievous air and a teasing glance
Looking right at you even during the dance
Arms by her side then hands 'round her head
She's never distracted, never loses her thread
Some hidden attraction disguised by her youth
Her age is deceiving to tell you the truth
Barely out of her teens but strangely of age
What motives she has are so hard to gauge
Still she dances and the watchers transfixed
Side steps then backwards then all the steps mixed
She has more beauty than a dancing girl should
Yes she has a name but I couldn't say a thing
And yes I do think she is enchanting.