Moon and dust

Whimsical

Moon and fairy dust

She lay in bed
Her cat was there
It lay purring on her chair
Far from her window
A silver burning light
It shone so deep and bright
All the hours on
That summers night

Oh if only I could fly
Thought she with glee
Way up in the sky
And over trees
I'd visit all the fairies as they
Practice magic way up there
I'd fly to France and sit on Eiffel Tower bare
And when it's morn I'll see a rainbow
From my pretty flowers bower
And maybe meet my soul mate there

I'll see the spider web up close
With dew drops forming in nights ghost
I'll make friends with all the wooded urchins
And then take turns in games of mystery
We will be the fairy kingdom queen Mary
And her followers like little bumble bees

She awoke and felt her cat tug for it was
Only dream that she had been

A queen fairy flying through the night
Breeze
So she awoke and patted cat and said aloud
I'll be a fairy yet
She walked across the room and brushed
Her golden hair
Lo and behold what is that I see there
It's my fairy dress laid neatly on her chair
So small and glittery and fit quite tight
Where will she travel to in moonlight
Again tonight

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Moon and Dust'
Julie McCarthy,'
I have wondered at the mystery and wonder of night visions as the minutes take the human soul to morning wakfullness. Your lovely sonnet surly was such a narrative of this experience. I loved it. How many of we as children basked in fairy tales and read all the tales of wondrous creatures from the local library. Imagination is such a great gift and I love to see my fellow writers go to this place as adults.
Blessings,
Kathy.