Pixie Bath
Beyond the farthest meadow,
In the center of a hill,
There rests a quiet burrow
Beneath an ice flow, never still
And in that ice-cold grotto
One can find – from time-to-time -
A tiny pixie winnow
While she bathes with wild thyme
She sings a song of summer
And she sings a song of wheat
And the melody becomes her
As she sings with voice so sweet
‘Hallu, kallay, newcomer,’
She greets with words her own
‘I’m seeking out a drummer
Who can sing in baritone!’
Her voice trills into laughter
Filled with honey-sweet appeal
When she finds your eyes lech after
Her shape (perfectly surreal)
‘Or, perhaps you’d be a crafter
Who might make a ring f’r me?
And, if it’s me y’ur heart’s sought after
You’d best know how to shrink y’ur key!’
You blink. You balk. You blunder.
Your eyes refuse to relocate,
Starry-eyed lust and in wonder
As your heart picks up its rate -
And your mouth, dry as old tinder,
Hangs agape while, still, you stare;
And you wish she’d just rescind her
Never-waning, smirking dare
But, she doesn’t -!
And that trill, that laugh
Carries you so high aloft,
She, you’d make your better half,
But still - speechless! - you scoff!!
For, you cannot play a drum
And you cannot make a ring
But, you know a melody! You hum,
Your deep voice lifts up to sing —
’T’is the pixie, now, who’s speechless
As your voice bellows its rhyme
With a depth that leaves her breathless,
Pale-pink lips agape, this time!
Rosy cheeks deepen in color
As your song continues on
And her wings begin to flutter,
Carry her across the lawn
And she sets her lips upon yours -!
Blessed kiss quells music, fine;
You falter, stumble in these fervors,
Find yourself and she entwine….
…Hours later, breathless, rapturous
(Wonders never seem to cease!),
Her eyes flutter - sweet, amorous -
She sighs to you in great release:
‘I teased harshly, Master Bard;
It matters not what size y’r key -
When swell of voice like that is paired
With all the singing held in me,
I can make of you a king
Or I could make of you a toad;
But I’d like from you a ring -
There’s a nice shop jus' down th’ road!’
https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/author/meredithmcguire/