“I’ve traveled to the corner of Rue Mallet-Stevens and 5th Avenue, and marveled upon the BLUEPRINTS delineated by the kings”

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THE DANCE OF THE GREEN FAIRIES

Dear artists and friends, attend with me,
the retelling of a splendid sight to see.
As executed in one of Ernest’s recipes,
The unleashing of a flurry of Green Fairies!

In tall, cool glistening champagne flute
the pouring of a good dry Spanish Brut
and the aplomb, the drama, and then dash
of a healthy pour, an Absinthe splash.

I looked fast in the glass, for what perhaps?
a non-water louche? Other visual repasts?
Yes, dancing fairies, all joyously spinning
extending form, shape, rapturous beginning

All upward, their path bottom to top twirling,
a graceful, erotic life-confirming swirling
Are these the most contented creatures
that life has yet bestowed form and feature?

Once revered by artists, poets, great authors aligned
Gentle sprites, so unfairly libeled and unjustly maligned
Did these nymphs under such weight bend and stagger?
Surely hearing without rejoinder must cut like a dagger.

What do they feel when they reach the surface
do they lose touch or sense or primary purpose?
and break through only to be bound to gravity
Do they lose their soul, their chance to be fantasy?

Or do they feel joy to have danced so beautifully
inspiring mortals, though regrettably fleetingly?
Do they fear we regret yet can’t stop the savour,
of licorice, herb and such sublime luscious flavor?

Fairies of lore, legend, inspiration, of chance
Deprive us not long of your sweet exuberance.