Natchai Leenders
(Unpublished)
12/04/2018
Court the Summer
I flirt with the seasons; court the summer
with the sum of all who are summoned
by Oberon and Titania at the Summer Court.
Summarized summit of Seelie stores assumptions
about some sunny times from June to September.
It's a green day: I'm on a boulevard of woken dreams
now and please, take me down when September begins.
Fair folk fawns on the Feywild.
Manners of all men stay mild.
"Come on, let's play child."
said the satyrs. They smiled.
My shadow fell far beyond the eternal sunset I see.
Is there someone for me,
somewhere over the rainbow?
Days and rays of Summer, will they ever go?
Rain and sun are out, weather of the sprite,
refreshing with a hint of jest in the twilight.
Picture-perfect pixie picks me, in the Summer she courted
me and her magic left me in the Myst, dazed and distorted.
This is my shot at the pot o' luck in the picknic potluck.
Did I bring lucky charms? Leprechauns got the Puck,
not for a hockey fight but a midsummer night's dream.
I park my darkness in the park. Lady Litha reigns supreme.
I hope I don't leave this place of wonder with memory loss.
Fomorians of Fall follow with heavy footsteps, gone is Helios.