Poetry Wednesday #56

By en:John Anster Fitzgerald (1823-1906) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Oftentimes, at least with my rhyming poetry, the first verse comes to me all at once.  This is a perfect example.  I just started singing it a couple of days ago, adding more verses as I did so.  I'm thinking it needs at least two more verses, which I'll write–or won't–sometime in the future.  Enjoy! ~AJ

Untitled, Unfinished Song or Ballad

Away with the faeries

The girl goes to play,

In the land of enchantment

Between night and day.

She runs with the spirits,

And dances along

To the instruments playing

Their magical song.

Forgetting her sorrows,

Forgetting her woes,

She leaves all behind her,

As away she goes.

She leaves for the weekend,

And is gone for a year,

Since, through fae magics,

She's forgotten her fear.