The Fairy Ball



At the top of an oak hung a small wooden hut.

Six brown walls and a roof it swayed like a nut.
A window, in each wall, with no sign of a door.
Just one way, to get in, a round hole in the floor.


In the hut slept day fairies all snug in their beds.
Wrapped in wings pure and clear, there were dreams in fair heads.
Just one dream they all shared just one dream above all.
For today of all days was the day of their ball.


In their dreams they waited in a row for a boy.
In their gowns, elated, cheeks aglow oh so coy.
With a bow and a wink he would ask for a dance.
A curtsy and a blink would approve his advance.


Spreading wings, sharing grins, they would take to the sky.
Round and round, hand in hand, they would fly waltzing high.
In their hair, the girls wear, a small rose as a crown.
Heads held high, each bow tie, matched the girls stunning gown.


One fairy the eldest shot open a blue eye.
Trill bounded out of bed at the hint of pink sky.
With a stretch and a yawn and a flick of her wings.
She opened her big draw and rummaged through her things.


"I have one thing to wear on the day of the ball,
just this faded red dress, that I hate most of all".
Her sisters shot awake with a gasp and a stare.
A mutter, a whisper, that was all they would dare.


"Please don't stare. What is wrong? Please speak up, I must know?"
"By your will, Dearest Trill, but I wish it weren't so.
There's a blotch growing large in your wing don't you see.
By this night if i'm right, night fairy you will be."


"And look there in your hair a dark lock, make that two!"
"You are changing so fast, four more locks are in view."
"In the sun, as your eyes turn to jade you can't fly."
Trill winked twice, then blinked thrice, as the sun caught her eye.


"It's unjust that I must stay inside til nightfall."
"It's unfair he'll be there all alone for this ball."
"And the pain my dear Blayne will go through when he sees."
"That he's pair is not there with all the attendees."


In his white jacket bright and bow tie shiny red,
will he chance to romance a new girl in my stead.
A tear caught, at the thought, in her eye and she frowned.
In their arms and their wings she was hugged all around.


"We do know you can't go there is naught to be done."
"It's no thrill my dear Trill, you can't dance with your one."
"But farewell my dear bell we must dress for this ball."
Through distress, she helped dress, her sisters one and all.


It was soon to be noon and they left in their gowns.
In the hut her fate cut, Trill returned to her frowns.
With wings pure and silver and her hair like midnight.
Her eyes shined a deep jade and they hurt in the light.


In her bed her doubts fed, sobbing under a sheet.
He would dance and romance a new girl off her feet.
For the band and his hand were so far from her eyes
One long day, she just lay, hearing laughter and cries.


Fading light began night, her long day was ending
All around, a new sound, was that wings descending?
Without care and great dare she peered out in twilight.
Twelve night fairies in gowns hovered all in plain sight.


They wore silver and black and darted to and fro.
"We're your call for the ball are you ready to go?"
With a grin they flew in, Trill could not say a thing.
With wiggles and giggles they huddled wing to wing.


They plaited and nattered and stitched up her old gown.
In the hut Trill's eyes shut as the fussed up and down.
The mirror came nearer, was the fussing worthwhile?
There grew near a sole tear, but was joined by a smile


Now the red long gown's thread sparkled silver and gold.
In her hair with great care was worked a marigold.
A group hug on the rug, a huddle before flight.
they went out with a shout and flew into the night


They all knew where it grew the forest's biggest oak.
Lanterns light made it bright like a glimmering clock.
A small band looked so grand on each very large bough.
A sweet pair of fairies, where each branch would allow


In the light they took flight, at the band's first pure notes
The girls in their dark gowns and the boys their black coats
Round and round, hand in hand, their wings shone in the light
Her one pair was not there, Trill turn left then looked right


She landed cold handed, and the band played a song
"He's not here my one dear, without Blayne it's all wrong."
The next song came along and yet still she just sat.
In dismay and away from the ball she was at.


Something white caught her sight she turned quickly around.
Bow tie bright, jacket white, Blayne was there to be found.
His short hair was jet black and his eyes a deep green.
"My one care, will you share, the first night ball I've seen"


"Your red dress does impress." he offered his gloved hand.
"Will you dance by perchance?" with a glance at the band.
With a bow and a wink, Blayne was so debonair.
A curtsy and a blink, the pair took to the air.


As they spun Blayne leant close, put his lips by Trill's ear.
"My heart beats, just for you, I'm so glad that you're here."
Cheek to cheek, hand in hand as they spun through the air.
Breathless grins, smiling chins, just beyond any care.


The old fairies looked on as they bobbed up and down.
They danced through the night going around and around.
Clouds parted and the oak was awash in moonlight.
The bands stopped, the crowd paused and Blayne cuddle Trill tight.


Blayne lent in as moonlight shone and gleamed in their wings.
The crowd held the same breath, to see what the moon brings.
Blayne's lips paused, above Trills, breathing in, the sweet bliss.
Gentle care, brought the pair, soft and sweet, their first kiss.