At dawn I once heard a fairy sing

I sat down very quietly, listening to his 

breath-taking song about little things.

He sang about harebells and flowering moss

and the blue colour of the forest-anemone.

His harp sounded like the soft splashing 

of a forest brook; clear and bright.

For a moment I found myself in the other world

and at the song "Wild Hyacinth" 

I was dancing in my mind 

feeling like a fairy's child

A fairy's song

ceramic wall sculpture,   45cms (in section)