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Faery light.

Luthaya slowly danced to the sound.
It wasn't any music that a human could hear.
It was natures own rhythm.

The "music" was a variety of sounds,
the ocean's waves were the steady pounding of the drums
The river's roar was the guitar.
The wind through the trees were the melody of the piano.
Her friends voices, along with those of the nearby animals
were the vocals in the song.

Luthaya started to dance faster and faster.
She started to glow.
The glow getting brighter and brighter the faster she went.
She soon began to look like a small star.

Everywhere around her small stars appeared.
These were her friends, dancing and glowing with happiness.

Luthaya laughed, the sound was like that of a bird singing.
Luthaya's senses were hightened,
She could feel the wind as if she were the wind.
The sounds of the forest were so clear and sharp,
it were like nothing she had ever heard before.
She could taste the ocean's salt and the rivers cool water.
All around her she was assaulted with different sights.
Her friends, the forest's animals, the soft glow of the moon.

Luthaya continued this dazzling, bright dance of love far into the morning.
When she got home she collapsed of exhaustion and promptly fell asleep.

Author notes

This isn't exactly a poem type writing. But I couldn't get this out of my head.

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  • pixiestix gold member
    April 7

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    When images of fae folk dance in your mind, we need to find the words to give them life.

    Nature sounds, the music of the earth when taking the time to appreciate does heighten senses and helps our spirits glow like Luthaya and friends.

    I didn't specify form and am open to any theme related piece for the contest. Kudos to you for letting the words decide their own form in this write.

    Thanks for entering


  • malmadre gold member
    April 6

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    I think that fireflies must be fairies until we catch them in our hands and then they morph into a bug. This is a wonderful poem full of the sounds of nature and the magic of the night.


  • Antipodi
    April 5

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    wow being a minstrel meself and having flittered round a bit I could hear the wind as it backed up the sea and natures repetroir ..clapping ...she certainly played well tonite ..sleep well my faery friend ..good luck in the contest


  • Treasure 5 gold member
    April 5

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    This is wonderfully awsome. This is very enchanted wonderful work on this poem. Good luck in the contest. It was a pleasuture to read.