The Journey And An Unintentional Meeting
Now that I am calm and safe,
I walk on in silence to take in my surroundings.
I chide myself for being such a waif,
When I shudder at all of the nightmarish soundings.
I hear an owl off in the distance.
His hooting echoes in the night,
As if he is questioning his very existence.
He screeches with all his might.
The trees teem with mysteries;
Their leaves laughing at the hidden knowledge.
I try to ask them of the fairy histories,
But they turn their branches from me like a professor in college.
I happened upon a clearing in the path
And I saw fairies; I swear by Oberon's wrath.
They were all prancing in a circle in the moonlit grass.
Every fairy boy was dancing with a pretty fairy lass.
They were all no bigger than my fist,
And I watched them be merry as they whirled in the mist.
I dreamed of being in their presence,
And trying to understand their sheer omniscience.
I felt a nudge on my right shoulder.
I looked over to see a fairy man on a branch.
He looked like he had bumped into a boulder.
He held his head, and his face was blanch.
Other fairies were gathering around my feet
They motioned for me to follow them,
And I did so with my head hung low in defeat.
I was soon standing in front of a fairy lady as thin as a stem.
She looked up at me with a regal air,
And this prompted me to bow low.
As I straightened up to meet her stare,
Recognition hit me like in a tableau.
This was Queen Mab and her lot,
The mother of King Oberon: the son she begot.
With unspoken words I was welcomed to the celebration.
And my joy emitted a strong vibration.
Although I did not know the pattern,
We continued to twirl under the shadow of Saturn.
We frolicked to the music of the miniature musicians,
I was not aware of the Queen's suspicions.