Fée

"Midsummer Eve" by Edward Robert Hughes

If I follow her light

will I find myself in a forest

birch and brattle

fern and folly?

She turns quickly in the air

shining her smile on me

then disappears

in a wisp of willow.

Does she beckon or taunt

letting me know

she is uncatchable?

Ay ay ay!

I chase like Diana

after the wild deer.

She is something

to be desired but

never possessed.