Jemia et Juliet - Part Une

A clear azure blue sky
No clouds to cry
No wind, or zephyr breeze
No Aeolian Harp to please

An opaque blue, and gentle sea
A picture of calm tranquility
Whilst the sun produces a gentle haze
A gladdening warmth, in which to laze

Then before my very own eyes
A pirouetting fairy, dropped down from the sky
Beating wings, a myriad of sheens
As it lands upon my jeans

She then speaks in a whispering voice
About love, and laughter, with a lovely poise
She asks me to join her on her magical flight
To visit her land, for one day, and one night

How could i resist such a curious thing
Before i knew it, i'd grown some wings
And went flying off, into where i knew not
To a place us mortals, had oft forgot

After some time, day had turned night
As the glaring full moon, aided our flight
And before to long, we had landed at last
Although i crashed, as i was going to fast!

My knee know mended, and blood soon gone
I examined the land that i was now on
This was no fairy tale, or fantastical dream
As i espied sirens swimming, in a nearby stream

I turned to Juliet, who was lost in thought
As i enquired about, what i ought
I told her, i had no idea
Although my thoughts were becoming increasingly clear

I asked Juliet, in a quizzical tone
Who currently sat upon the royal throne
It was Oberon, and Titania, she said with a smile
And they've been our sovereigns for quite a while

I was thinking, they must be really old
For centuries their stories had oft been told
Especially from Shakespeare, and the like
And apparently from someone, whose name was Mike

I asked Juliet, if Puck was real
Puck who? she could not reveal
A ficticious character, from fantasy, and fate
Juliet knew of someone similar, whose name was Kate

I asked Juliet, if it were possible to meet
Oberon, Titania, and their fairyland fleet
She said of course, she'd arrange it this night
For by sunset next day, we'd have to take flight

I asked Juliet further, as to where she was born
And were they the wings, she'd always worn
She showed no hesitation, naming her place of birth
It was in Londinium, here on planet Earth!

I was quite surprised at hearing this
Even more so, when she gave me a kiss
I glanced into her fairy eyes, and beautiful face
And felt that this was a truly lovely place

My eyes glazed over, my heart missed a beat
As i knew she was the one, i was destined to meet
We embraced each other, and kissed for a while
I was totally enamoured of her beautiful smile

Then she spoke of the feast that lay ahead
As we strolled on by, a fairy flower bed
Where Titania, and Oberon, would be my hosts
Come alive, like Shakespearian ghosts

We were to venture, to their palace of gold
Where the night's festivities, were due to unfold
A huge banquet, with much music, and dance
And beautiful Juliet, to add the romance

I was supplied with ornate skirts, and jacket
Embroidered with gold, and jewels, worth a pretty packet
Then i noticed, with a greatness of surprise
Juliet was now my height, as i gazed into her eyes

What kind of magic had occurred, i knew not
The hows, and the wherefores, and the who's, and the what
I was none to sure, that maybe i had shrunk
Or imagine the whole thing, because i was drunk

Perhaps it was all part of a Midsummer Night's Dream
Yet as it was April, it could not be, all that it seemed
The whole thing was wonderfully bizarre, and surreal
So i decided to concentrate, on the forthcoming meal

Juliet guided me, to the Palace of Gold
As i readied myself, for what was to unfold
The drawbridge now down, with wide open gates
As i drew in my breath, to see what awaits

A myriad of colours, were out on display
As we followed the carpet, that showed us the way
Right at the end, of this hall of marble, and stone
Sat the king, and the queen, upon a gold throne

I bowed down before them, as a mark of respect
They asked me to join them, in a strange dialect
Juliet translated this curious, very ancient tongue
As each, and every word, was beautifully sung

Yet shortly, and strangely, i soon understood
This obscure language, from the ancient fairy wood
They enquired generally, about my present history
My life had been curious, i quipped, but never a mystery

by Jemia

 Part Une - Fin