Mustardseed
I serve Titania, the Fairy Queen,
resting on a perfumed bank
of wild thyme, scattered in the grass,
where yellow cowslips
and primroses thrive.
In her silvery, moonlit grotto
honeysuckle is entwined
with briar roses’ satin sheen,
a pillow for a drowsy Queen.
Peaseblossom
She calls on us to sing and dance,
to make magic rings in the grass
to seek the bats’ leather wings,
to make coats for the elves.
to drive the green caterpillar
from the heart of the damask rose.
The hooting owl must be mute
whose call echoes through summer woods.
Cobweb
I make sheets of gossamer,
soft and sparkling for my Queen.
I search for the adder’s skin,
wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
With spears of purple thistle,
I guard her through the velvet dark,
no hobgoblin or evil fiend
shall come near my Fairy Queen.
Moth
I am Moth, fairy of the night,
protecting my Queen from any sprite.
My wings are dark, with silver seeds
and rare turquoise from distant mines.
I watch for snakes with forked tongues.
Beatles black and spiders hairy
prickly hedgehogs, I chase away,
so, my lady safe may stay.