A midwinter night’s dream

 

It was a dreamlike night:

Tranquil moon casting a spell

Amidst silver-lined clouds,

Cluttered with glassy flakes of snow.

 

 

From the snow, came alive

The fairy of July.

Dancing, prancing, she livened the air,

Crushing wood to a silvery haze.

 

 

Enveloped in an icy gown,

Frosty hairpins keeping the hair down,

Like Cinderella of modern day,

Was the little icicle-nosed fay.

 

 

Her tiny finger swished,

And around swirled the mist.

Tinges of purple, white and blue

Made up the naughty midnight hue.

 

 

The silvery fog wound its way

Along castle turrets and highways;alps-21844_640

Over the glossy serpentine path,

Glassy white stilettos glided with mirth.

 

 

With the blink of a delicate lash,

She whipped the snow out of sight.

Dusting her tiny hands like a fairytale bride,

Boisterously, she was off into the night.

 

 

 

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2 comments

  1. Udita Banerjee · February 20, 2015

    Very nice, I wrote about a moon at night as well 🙂
    https://cupandchaucer.wordpress.com/2015/02/20/writing201-fog-elegy-metaphor/

    Liked by 1 person

    • Akila · February 20, 2015

      Great, Udita. I’ll check it out! 🙂

      Like

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