Midnight Fantasy

Note: The following poem, left intact, was one conceived during the summer I transitioned from 7th grade to 8th grade at the private elementary school I attended. My teacher, Mrs. Stanley, loved the arts and I thank her for distilling in me a love of writing, literature, and especially Shakespeare. She was both my 7th and 8th grade teacher and as such we were required to go to “summer school” to improve our reading and writing skills. We focused on reading and analyzing short stories and poetry and had to write our own works based on what we had written along with some fun creative writing assignments too. It was also during these middle school years that I became fascinated with researching everything and anything about ghosts and faeries, both online and at my local library. Fairy lore and the paranormal still influence my writing today, allowing me to keep an open mind and eye to the mysteries of life, and the afterlife. For who knows, there may be faeries at the bottom of the garden on Midsummer’s Eve after all.

I stepped outside my house huddled with trees, with candlelight so frail,

the air was very calm, yet unpredicting, no cloud in the sky, so clear it was,

the forest that lay ahead of me was like a painting.

Suddenly, I saw floating balls of light that hovered and flickered like my candle,

I felt something urging me forward. I went to the glen where the lights were and hid.

When I saw the lights, they seemed to have small, peculiar faces,

with hair red as a rose, dainty feet and hands, their bodies looked frail,

pointed ears and pointed chins, I saw shiny wings that flickered and hovered.

Alas, I saw the most miraculous thing I have ever seen: I saw the elfin folk.

I went back to my house with a ray of hope and promise about my head.

“Goodbye,” I said, “we will meet again, upon the morrow when moon is still, air is sweet,

and the candlelight is dim.”