" The Fairy Bride
The fairy bride picked the lock
And tiptoed through the summer wood
She gave no mind to life behind
Or shadows thrown by bad or good
She gave no mind to wrong or right
Or screeching call of owls at night
She listened for the haunting cries
That called her from her blushing bud
Ferns unfurl a tickled fronds
Laughing at her slightest brush
Dewdrops glisten with green eyes
Meadows sway with lightest hush
A captive note arrests her breath
Dreamers weave intricate maze
Lithe and quick she shines the light
Illuminating shadow glades
She gives no mind to life and limb
Or captor’s hiss from deep within
Her purity will seize the thread
Dangling loose from dreamer’s web
She spins a silver spool of light
To catch the rays of stars at night
Now innocence can spread its wings
Making haste for freedom flight
She gives no mind to where they fly
Or how tall grasses lift her high
She clicks the lock and in she glides
All nature hails the fairy bride "
― Collette O'Mahony , The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse