Amongst the Mycelium Ring

She crept up quiet on feather light feet, 

Hoping she could remain unseen.

A flower crown adorned her hair. 

Unseen to her, but its weight was there.

The first day of spring promised a great many things: fairy rings, fuzzy animals frolicking.

Fairies had gathered to dance in the breeze.

Some riding on swallows, soaring up through the trees.

Some snuggled bunnies and chipmunks there.

She crept in closer hoping no one would care.

“Don’t enter fairy rings” they’d always said.

“They’re fearsome. They’re evil. You’ll wind up dead.”

A twig snapped under foot and that was all it took.

“Come with us,” the fairies said. “Come! Come languish with us in the sun instead!”

Don’t enter fairy rings” they’d always said. 

“They’re fearsome. They’re evil. You’ll wind up dead.”

She remembered or maybe she just thought that she had.

With a grin and a smirk she stepped into the ring.

The fairies all beckoned as they began to sing.

They offered rose petals steeped with tea.

They asked for her name and whispered the sweetest things.

“Don’t enter fairy rings,” someone, maybe, once said. 

She couldn’t be sure what had caused her such dread.