Ahh… It was scorching.

The Summer Fairies

By Bonnie Jennings

Dancing, stirring, and singing

The flame became hotter, 

The summer’s heat and the decadent stove

The Brownies should’ve sweltered, 

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 But the fairies didn’t care 

As they stirred the pot 
And the music grew louder 
As my foot steps tapped about…

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 The laughter and heat 

And the food so sweet 
Made us all laugh with glee 
As we sang to the beat…

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 And so we carried on 3 hours or so 

On a Sunday’s eve mid Summer, you know…

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After a  jig or two while having bare-feet

Then, eating the remainder of our cuisine 
And laughing when dinning with food in our mouths
Our toes kept the rhythm to the airy gypsy beat. 

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 Like the jungle heat 

On a mosquito clad day, 
But the fairies didn’t mind 
So, we continued to play…

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 Whirling; the hot room seemed to go 

The voices louder and music showed 
That it wasn’t a surreal dream 
But so authentic, indeed 

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 And Soon all the gingerliness crumpets were eaten

Then a tart desert toppled with
Yummy Ice-cream Alexanders 
And round fairies who served whiskey Liquors 

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 And the eve of the day

Was met with delight 
And I turned up the music 
But, to my surprise! 

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 The fairies fell sleeping, 

Snoring so sound 
And sadly I left them 
Tucked in their wee beds 

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 I then closed their doors 

So wanting to play 
But the faeries asleep 
Made it difficult to stay…

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 So, I too fell…

Fast asleep 
On this summer’s eve
In my whimsical chair 
Curled up in the heat.  

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Was this a vision? 
A dream that I partook 
Aha…! More than likely
A delirium it seems.

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Thinking and dreaming of magic galore 

And when I awakened to a sobered snore…

The faeries were gone 
But, left behind were all their chaotic fairy chores.

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©2010FS