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Monday 18 December 2017

Night of The Sprite

In the darkness of 
My days 
I was lost, I had
Lost my way;
An endless ramble 
Amongst the thorns and 
Brambles, 
Doomed to gloom.
Then, at the very edge 
Of my fading sight, 
A spark, a glimmer 
Of shimmering light.
As I drew nearer to it 
I saw a slit in a hedge,
I fit my eye to it so 
That I could see through it 
And then I did spy what 
Awoke in me wonder for 
What I viewed yonder
Was the flickering form of 
A woodland sprite!
‘Twas her feminine glamour 
I had glimpsed in my dark, 
Her lithe light was the spark
That had guided my way!
In an instant, nay!, less,
I was enamoured. 
I was fated to stay, 
Drinking in beauty from 
Which I didn’t dare stray.
No longer lost, I was 
Rooted to the spot,
Watching magical dancing, 
Ageless, entrancing…  
But how to get nearer
Without inspiring
Fear in her?
Having found my
Life’s light, this supple
Forest sprite,
I now had to meet her,
Clasp her close, then 
Upon her lips I’d press
A thousand kisses,
More or less.
Let time stop I prayed, 
That to her I could 
Make my way
While still the night
Kept the sun at bay.
For a-feared was I
That the love I’d spied
Would fade away  
With the break of day.…

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