Sometimes when the night is falling. <br />I can hear them softly calling. <br />Come and dance the night away <br />the moon is shining bright as day. <br /> <br />My fairy friends are gathering <br />to dance within the fairy ring. <br />I leave the comfort of my chair <br />and go outside to find them there. <br /> <br />Already to commence the dance. <br />I watch them as they skip and prance. <br />I am too big to join the dance <br />but gladly given half a chance. <br /> <br />I would discard my human guise <br />and dwindle down to be their size <br />Titania points her wand at me. <br />I find I am quite suddenly. <br /> <br />Much smaller than I used to be. <br />The fairy maids all laugh with glee, <br />each one wants to dance with me <br />I gladly join the revelry. <br /> <br />We dance until the morning breaks. <br />A single word is all it takes <br />to restore me to my own size. <br />Titania is very wise. <br /> <br />She weaves another magic spell. <br />I can recall but cannot tell. <br />When I awake in my old chair <br />Gripped in my hand I find a pair <br /> <br />of tiny silken, silver shoon <br />the colour of a bright new moon. <br />A little keep sake it would seem <br />to prove to me it was no dream. <br /> <br /> <br />(11-Jul-07)<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silver-shoes-story-poem-for-m-lady-ernestine/
