She’s lazing on her elbows
watching darting dragonflies –
he’s gazing at the windflowers,
swaying, mirrored in her eyes;
’Neath mounded clouds of Bedfordshire
they soon drift sound to sleep,
as a rambling Rose-Rugosa
drops its petals at their feet.
She stirs him from his slumber
to relate the strangest dream,
where Oberon proclaimed her
as his newfound Fairy Queen.
They kiss then climb the hillside –
sit and watch the sun go down,
he makes for her a daisy-chain
his one true love to crown.
Comments
Highhat | June 24, 2011 - 18:29
Wonderful perfect for today Tina- happy Fairy's day
Nothing like a bit of old Will
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | June 24, 2011 - 18:36
Hi Tina,
this is so *magical,* I love it.
It's nice to know you're celebrating the fairies
today, with this special poem.
Have a magical weekend.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | June 24, 2011 - 18:42
And happy Fairy's Day to you, too, Pia;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | June 24, 2011 - 18:43
I sure am, Jenny. And you have a lovely weekend, as well;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | June 24, 2011 - 20:37
Lovely Tina.
Silver Spun Sand | June 24, 2011 - 20:46
And so your thoughts, fb;-) Many thanks.
Tina
seashore | June 24, 2011 - 21:13
Reminds me of my 14-year-old self playing Titania only I wasn't very fairy-like and got the giggles in inappropriate places. Love the play though and love this poem!
Silver Spun Sand | June 25, 2011 - 08:04
Thanks, Coral. I was a twelve year old Puck, and not very Puck-like, but I bet you made an enviable Titania...giggles and all. I remember we had great fun with the 'wall scene' in Pyramus and Thisbe. (Not sure if I've spelt that correctly but you know what I mean) Ah...those were the days.
Pleased you enjoyed;-)
Tina