Frail, face cracked with age
Canyon lines at the side of a smile
White hair like a Dalmatian pelican
Eyes glossed over in swirls of zaffre and Carolina blue
Figure hunched in a night gown of lilac rhododendron patterns
Arms rested upon the darkened hickory leather upholstery of the arm chair
Eyes staring empty into beyond
Left in silence
Because she is “away with the fairies”
Eyes begin to drop and vison blurs
Darkness creeps in
Eyes clear to find one in a forest
Bare feet on moss
Sending an energetic chill up the frame
The sun rising to paint the ancient oak with a new regal gold
And to shine through the dew drops on the ferns
The wind steepeling through the birch leaves
making the wild awake with a fluttery gutter
a quiet tingle and jingle to advert one’s eyes to a lily,
thin stemmed with a white porcelain veil on top.
A small hand clasped around the base.
A blue bell fitted over the nest of flaxen curls
which hung around the pair of pointed ears.
A pair of silk wings sliced silently through the morning breeze.
A brass bugle held firm in the other hand.
Eyes meet with confusion and wonder,
for then unprompted the lesser associate glided away
to which the elder one followed in suit
stumbling like a young fawn over water logged undergrowth
blanketed in green foliage
fallen by summers closing
she was away with the fairies
the petite figure danced through the magnolias and ashers,
pranced over the poppies and daffodils,
swung around the sunflowers and snap-dragons,
all while playing small airy tunes to wake the land of its restful solitude.
Crossing the lovers gate with ease
To find the small messenger of Titania perched upon a water clover
rested upon a coal covered lake
blowing the bugle to anticipate
first toes submerged,
wading like a work horse over sodden fields
the creature on the clover smirked and beckoned with its hand to come forward-
the rocks gave out from under-
cold, coldness covered in shock
gasping for breaths that are not there,
nor will they ever be,
arms becoming weak from trying and she closes her eyes-
she went away with the fairies
now an empty arm chair lies vacant
with a back door agape
so, no one saw me go,
they let it be so
and now through the woods I went with my kind-hearted friend.
Now I lie under like narcissus only from within
To be and to forever stay.
Because I went away with the fairies