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Poem: Beneath a Summer Sky

Not IK.  Based on an old Irish legend of how Conle, son of King Conn went off with a woman of the Sidhe


Beneath A Summer Sky

He watched her as she stood beneath a summer sky,
beneath a summer sky in her gown of soft pale blue.
Her hair was like the midnight and her smile was soft but wry,
and her smile was soft but wry as he wondered what to do.

She offered him an apple, with a cheek of speckled red
with a cheek of speckled red and one of green.
"I'll come back here in one moon," her voice so sweetly said,
her voice so sweetly said, then she left unseen.

His father's eyes were troubled by the light in his son's face
by the light in his son's face and the magic in the air.
"Cursed am I," he whispered, "And cursed must be this place,
And cursed must be this place, for the Fair Folk take my heir."

But the redhaired youth just smiled as he bit the apple bright,
as he bit the apple bright and did not wonder what to do.
He thought of how her eyes did promise, and of her hair of dark midnight,
and her hair of dark midnight beneath a summer sky so blue.

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