Within the Sidhe

We fiercely dance in dreams,
toe-taps, curtsies, and bows,

to each,
the fever scream…


Candlelights burn brightly,
from spin to traipse.
Carefully… delicately…
lest we exhaust,
and fall,
collapsing fully
to the stone floor.

Good Mother Mab,
grant rest,
a mere moment to breathe!

Our child,
borne by chance,
spins with me,
in the


Dance of the Sidhe.

© 2017-2018.

Sidhe – (SHē)

I have a deep fascination with the mythological relationship between the Fey and Mankind.

I’m getting my folklore intertwined, but let’s have a dance with Queen Mab and the Sidhe.

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