my greatly beloved reader!
for thy kind attention may i ask?
i swear i am no sinful deceiver
and reading my words is thine only task.
behold, here a most hard-to-believe venture,
but i swear on mine honour it is true,
“shall i in the deeps of the woods enter?”
and narrate it thee is but the aim i pursue.
as i proceeded on my stroll
through the depths of the hollow,
in a weeping willow found i a hole,
source of golden melodies from Apollo.
and so, my startled glance noticed
little sparkles fluttering towards this gate,
golden both the slowest and the fastest.
i do hope they were not late!
once Alice taught in tender books
to be most wary and cautious
of under-a-tree burrows and nooks,
and i wondered if going in would be precocious.
as i peeked into the hole
the most jolly scene i met,
the image was tender as a whole:
busy fairies singing or reading a gazette.
some of them with a silver wand,
others primping in the dew,
even sparrows preening in the pond,
all awaiting something new.
served in ivory petit cups,
fresh herbs and flowers.
"may i join your fete?" i dared to ask
willing to try teas that sweeten and sour.
scared by mine hitherto unnoticed presence
all the fairies suddenly started to fly;
tho i could smell the sweet pastries’ incense,
i could not help but bleakly cry.
“why won’t ye let me join a most delightful party?”
i mourned lying on the green and warm grass,
“my ways are not vile nor gnarly”.
then approached me a pixie with wings of glass.
“lament not, my dear friend!
since thine invitation here i hand.
keep thy tears from falling,
and with dew of thine we will fill our cups.”
as they tenderly cleaned eyes of mine,
suddenly of a fairy i was the size!
however, alas! yet another problem had i:
no light, it was the night that had arrived!
the fresh summer breeze blew and blew
tinkling the bluebells, so white and sweet.
thus, at that moment arrived the aid due
and many glowing fireflies could i meet.
with their warm and shining tummies
illuminated they the jolly soiree,
all glass jars keeping golden honeys,
and of confectionaries the major display.
illuminated by the summer full moon
started the fairies the tea to drink,
joined by owls’ tranquil tune
and of thousand stars the blink.
- K
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