reed pipe drawing me
faery crossings tickling my toes
His fingers alight
serenading stardust
Pan of the Woods
welcome to my show
shall we dance, my dear?
here in the copse with you
I unwrap the world’s scarves
and see how many different ways
there are to skip-a-lou to effervescence
it’s lovely to be faerie queene
if only for dusk performance
your serenading, wise father,
soothes my savagery and brings
the starlight back into focus
you remind me when chai teas swirled in the rivers
when all creatures gallivanted free
a chat and a song and a marshmallow toast
in your grove spins the dreamcatcher asunder
filling it with happy auditions winning residency
[Robyn Alezanders is a writer, artist, and mum who often dreams of dancing round the faerie circles … in the moonlit rain. Her work can be found in Nemonymous 5, The Mammoth Book of the Kama Sutra, and Everyday Weirdness.]