Pendragon
01-28-2008, 12:13 PM
MARY #3
It was the night of the full moon,
on a lonely forest road
in a little woodland clearing that I first saw her.
She was dancing giddily in the moonlight,
round and round the tiny glade;
she was beautiful, this dancing forest-daughter.
I crept up and hid behind a tree,
peering round with bated breath;
wondering what next my eyes might view.
She stopped, shy as a little fawn
with one foot raised to flee,
yet she defiantly whispered, “Who are you?”
Mesmerized, in an ethereal trance,
I was startled by her voice;
yet I somehow managed to stammer out who.
She came quickly to me, took my hand,
and around the tiny clearing,
the whirling dervish-dance began anew.
With the first faint hint of dawn
there was just a fairy circle,
but—this was not a forest. It was a cemetery
and upon the little marble stone
I myself had placed there long ago
was a note: "Dear Dad, I love you! Your daughter, Mary…"
DL Harris (Pen)
© 8/5/99
It was the night of the full moon,
on a lonely forest road
in a little woodland clearing that I first saw her.
She was dancing giddily in the moonlight,
round and round the tiny glade;
she was beautiful, this dancing forest-daughter.
I crept up and hid behind a tree,
peering round with bated breath;
wondering what next my eyes might view.
She stopped, shy as a little fawn
with one foot raised to flee,
yet she defiantly whispered, “Who are you?”
Mesmerized, in an ethereal trance,
I was startled by her voice;
yet I somehow managed to stammer out who.
She came quickly to me, took my hand,
and around the tiny clearing,
the whirling dervish-dance began anew.
With the first faint hint of dawn
there was just a fairy circle,
but—this was not a forest. It was a cemetery
and upon the little marble stone
I myself had placed there long ago
was a note: "Dear Dad, I love you! Your daughter, Mary…"
DL Harris (Pen)
© 8/5/99