A Midsummer's EveA Poem by Sarah Conder
On a
dusky Midsummer’s Eve,
The air
hangs heavy and still, laden with the
Sun’s
diminishing rays.
The iris
and the orchid bow their heads in soporific reverie
For the
cicada’s summer song lulls them to sleep
In their
earthy beds.
A haze
of fireflies dance on their garden stage,
Tiny
stars flickering to the beat of their delicate wings
And the
applause of the graceful birch.
Whoever
dares to believe that fairies and
Creatures
of magic do not emerge on such an evening,
To
rejoice in the etherealities of Nature’s beauty,
Would be
surprised to hear their jubilant lilac trumpets
And the
tinkling of bluebells drifting,
Melodic
and sweet,
From
their leafy dwellings
At the
bottom of the garden.
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StatsAuthorSarah ConderUnited KingdomAboutHello there lovelies, my name is Sarah, I am eighteen and am a student of English Literature and Drama. I am very fond of reading, especially 19th-20th Century fiction, the works of Shakespeare and th.. more..Writing
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