Cold and damp, fog comes creeping,
Blanketing the harbor beneath a shroud of grey.
Silently eerie, shadows veil the fae.
Wee folk dance mortals into a frenzy,
Faster and faster, a delirious ballet.
Spinning, twirling, the world falls away.
Light and sound reason betrays.
Thin spiral notebook 
This is delightful. I love the ideas of fairies twirling and dancing within dense fog. Love the line: “wee folk dance mortals into a frenzy.” Thanks for joining us at dVerse, Tara.
Gayle ~
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Thank you, Gayle. You all have made me feel very welcome.
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So glad to hear that. :~)
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Welcome to dVerse!
“Wee folk dance mortals into a frenzy”….oh how I love the texture of sounds in this phrase.
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Thank you for the warm welcome, and your kind words.
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This is so mysterious and slightly creepy ~ The ending line is very subtle yet darkly menacing ~
Thanks for joining us Tara and welcome to D’verse ~
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Thank you, Grace. I’m so glad it came across how I intended.
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Love your use of rhyme here. It adds to the lyrical quality of the dance.
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I’m reminded of the swirling fog being fairies… There was a painting that I recall from my childhood…
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I have never seen that painting, but it’s exactly as I imagine a fairy circle would be. The fog was so thick that morning, that the ends of the bridge looked like they simply disappeared. Driving over it was… tricky.
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