Tales told over scones and hot tea

Tales told over scones and hot tea

         for Michele Mulligan-Rutherford

Raven locks lilt to flute and fiddle.
Head tilts to a bodhrán's beat,
What's seen if not green beyond green
and the azure
where sleek as an otter
she swims through your dream.
She flings drops from her hair
unaware that you gasp:
at her glistening rainbows,
her hyacinth scent in the air.


© 2009 Kåre Enga [165.473] 2009-03-05

Note to self: 50 words; edited 3/20, now 53