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While everyone is sleeping, the fae gather to dance.
Poetry
Fantasy
I saw them dancing in the night,
Leafy gowns swirling graceful in the wind
And frail wings silver in the moonlight shining.
Crickets and peepers provided midnight music,
To which undines and tree spirits swayed,
Sitting in the long bladed grass listening.
They did not see me as I listened
To the rhythm of their songs amid the night,
Or maybe they did, but mistook me among the sway
Of grass for a water sprite. The wind
Blew my hair across my face, soft as the music
Wafting across the rippling wavelets shining
Like the dew of heaven. Elfin faces shone
With joyous exultation, pausing as one to listen
To the harmonious strands of celestial music
Which the stars sent in blessing to the nightly
Dedicates through the far-reaching currents of wind.
A distant call in answer to prayers cause great sway
And wild jubilation. They leap toward the swaying
Strings from willow bough, brilliant green shining
And tumbling hither and thither in the wind
Whistling in wake of snowy wings. The listeners
Sprang up, raising their voices to shake the night
With a celebration of dawn. The musicians
From heart’s core sweetly serenaded with triumphant music
To which the dragonflies danced and the ash trees swayed
As the sky began to lighten and the mystical night
Slipped into saccharine slumber. The undines slipped into crystal shining,
Disappearing among the lapping of the waves as the other listeners
Faded away with the faeries and the new spring wind.
I blinked, looking around the remains of wind
Tossed glory. The sparkle and magic of the music
Lingered, effervescent, in shadows where spellbound listeners
Sat. Trunk and bough of slender birch ceased their sway
As the rising sun scoured the ethereal shine
Left from the fey festivity of the night.
The crest feather of a listening mourning dove listed in the wind
Still dusted with the majesty of night and the dreams of impish music.
It drifts, swaying, to land by my feet, a blue-gray shine.
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Copyright 2009, Kaethe McIntyre. All rights reserved. Kaethe McIntyre is a student of chemical engineering in Massachusetts. When not studying, she enjoys writing and ballroom dance, as well as coaxing her plants back to health from term-long cycles of neglect.
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