Fairytale in a poem

 

My story is about the celebrating of Midsummer Day. In my country people believe that on this day miracles happen. Midsummer Day is the day of herbs and all unmarried girls get up early in the morning, go gathering herbs, on which they have to sleep at night. It is believed that this night the maidens dream their future husbands.

 

Midsummer Day Miracle

 

A long way off the town

Trough hill and over dale,

Leaves fall all in brown,

Gentle wind whispers a tale:

 

“Once upon a time

A Fairy who didn’t feel prime

Cause on Midsummer Day

She’d lost her love and bay-

Another girl was his ray.

On Midsummer’ late at night

Under fallen drops of dew

Till the moonlight shined in blue

Two hearts were warmed by fair light-

Both a young Bulgarian maiden

And the Fairy from the cave  of Taiden.

For the handsome strapping man

The girls twinned wreathes of herbs

And waited all in nerves

In their dreams the lad to visit them.

Then golden powder covered the sky

And saw the Fairy herself alone.

Although her soul began to cry

She didn’t even give out a groan.

The maiden had been chosen by the lad.

And when he held her hand

Her heart rejoiced and felt glad.

Pined the delightful Fairy in the eve

Drunk from glass full of pangs of love

She run away to the nearest cliff…

 

Early in the morning light

A miracle that had happened

Could be seen – great and bright:

The tears of the Fairy

Into a river had turned,

Which winded along barely.”

 

Through hills and over dales

A long way off the town

Leaves fall all in brown

Gentle wind is whispering the tale.

Written by: Ralitsa Todorova Nicolova