Hold fans high
Pretend we’re cabbage,
Think ornamental vegetable!
No more chorus line once music stops and fae-folk hide.
Slowly, as night dons its purple, starry cloak, the fae ball resumes, with pipe, fife and song.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: A Fibonacci Poem is one in which each succeeding line is equal in syllable length to the syllable length of the preceding two lines added together, or one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, etc.