|(Artist :William Blake.c.1786)|
In her dream, they hold their ball
Answering the night minstrel’s call
Gossamer gowns glitter, all a-twirl
Faeries emerge to play.
‘Round her pillow they come to meet
Tripping lightly, fleet of feet
Swinging and swaying to the beat
They twist the night away.
It's been a long time since I paid a visit to dVerse Poets Pub. Stopping by last night, I was greeted by Grace with a challenge: write a Quadrille using the word "twist" somewhere within its 44 words. I don't know a Quadrille from a Texas Two Step, but it caught my fancy, so...