You can lure him with a willow-the-wisp
at midnight —
clothe his hands in foxgloves,
gossamer, and glue.
You can feed him forest honey
at the revels all you want to,
but a human can’t appreciate
a fairy girl like you.
Fairy girl: he can’t come today,
your mortal love, or any other.
Come away —
unrequited, madness-hissing star.
Chime your song
for a fairy lover.
But he danced like all the fairies
of the evening.
he was attentive all the same.
Dragon-eye and firefly!
As the stone moon howls,
he promised me his human heart
before the winter came.
Fairy girl: do not wait for him
in summer dresses, lily-soft.
Come within —
woolen nightgowns, leather slippers, fells,
you will need
at the speed he walks.
But, behold — I hear his footsteps
in the garden,
melting off the snowdrops,
surely a sign of sping.
When his human cloak
like a snakeskin behind him falls,
he will beg me to lead him under the hill
and make him my fairy king.
Fairy girl: mortal men tell lies
to themselves in tones ascendant.
Come away —
all his good intentions cannot mask
to be independent.
Then I will watch for him at dusk
amongst the goblins —
I will sour his cream and ride his horse
and fashion a doll out of wood.
His friends won’t know the difference
‘twixt my replica and he,
so I will have him whether he likes it or not:
for better or evil or good.