dusk arising

The owl and the faerie craic

 

 

 



When sky of night
is deep lush velvet blue
and ribbons of pale cotton cloud do play
over silver radiance of moon,
then.......

.      .........I look to the faeries dancing,
.              through the myste on the meadow greene,
.              in their sleek befeathered hats .. and win-ged slippers fine.
.              How deft they frolic upon tip of toe into a slide of motion,
.              a murmuration, of such grace-ful syn-capation.
.              All to the trill of a piper\'s whistle, as multi faceted wings,
.              in romance to the light of moon, cast a myriad of rythmic
.              rainbow reflected jewels upon.....
.                                         the mystey meadow greene.

An owlish hoot then breaks the night
distracting line of sight
and turning back
for my eyes delight
gone is that faerie craic

.        ........Now if upon a one-night such,
.               as i described for thee,
.               thou catchest sight of such faerie joy
.               ignore that damned owl in it\'s tree.