URBAN FAERIE — THE FIRE FAE

From the fire-swept plains she’s soaring, 

Dancing jigs that crackle, roaring, 

Lightning tumbles, thunder rumbles, 

Fire-fae’s dancing shoes are on. 

Clear the mess of fallen leavings! 

Birch detritus, willow’s weavings, 

Oak tree’s heart’s in need of sparks, 

That only Fire-fae can bring on. 

Leaping, dancing, kicking, jumping, 

Flames lick higher, hearts are thumping, 

Oak trees glisten, creatures listen, 

As the Fire-fae dances on. 

Cleared of soot and dross and weeds, 

The ash provides what oak trees need, 

To grow up high and kiss the sky, 

And watch the Fire-fae sing her song.

This illustration is one of several that are now available as posters through our Sparrowling Press shop.