Alone she has much time to ponder
of faerie and of times past by
Wondering all the time why
As she turns to the left hand path
Thinking of home and a warm bath
There was a glimpse of something strange
Unexpected as she does range
She comes upon the Elf so fair
Who tells her she is beyond compare
And to follow where he leads
Along the meadow flowers
At last they come upon a copse
Filled with merriment, light and laughter
A gathering of the faerie small
And they turned as one when she called
We need to find a new queen they said
It should not cause us any dread
Her eyes grew wide as she ken
What they meant for her then
Take the chair they urged
A happy song they sang no dirge
The throne filled and her promise fulfilled
Along the dreamlike path

I love it.
What was your inspiration for this poem?
Sy Rand
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My muse comes at odd times. I suspect it was the book I’m reading reminding me about Thomas the rhymer
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I hope your muse comes again soon.
Sy Rand
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