the fairy ring

Fairy Queen*

On my way to a long walk on the Mont-Royal mountain, I passed a lawn of an old house and noticed that there were little blue flowers growing in an uneven circle, right in the middle of the lawn. The sight of this rooted me to the spot. Is it a fairy ring? I wondered at first. Logic would say: 'Clearly the owners of this lawn planted these flowers in a circle.' Perhaps, but the idea that I might be admiring a fairy ring sounded so much better. Besides, the placement of the flowers didn't seem so precise, and many of them scattered into clusters further away from the ring near the right-hand side of the lawn, almost like the ring had 'leaked' some flowers out sideways.


A fairy ring. I could almost see the tiny irridescent bodies, flitting across the new grass with blue bell-shaped hats on, a procession of glowing blue dots going round and round. The delicate, tiny dancing bodies emminate a slight glow, and their dance speeds up. In time the dance whirls round so fast it looks more and more like a single glowing blue ring of light. Then the fairies stop dancing in a circle, do a corckscrew spin on the spot and disappear into the ground. In their place grow the little blue flowers.

*Fairy Queen by Serene Daoud, copyrights reserved.