Midnight Dance

A Poem By Ariel // 4/23/2009

When the sun sinks low
And the moon starts to show.
A figure will dance out of his cave in the park.
He’s set and he’s ready for the evening lark.
A sigh of his strings and a song in the night
Stirs the teapots that sit in the soft moon-light.

Every night they float out
At the ’Night Elf’s first shout.
Yes, late every night
When the moon shines bright,
The teapots will dance
Like they’re in a trance.

Slowly floating off the shelf
Toward the haunting song of the Midnight Elf.
Across the floor
And through the door
They dance to his song
All the night long.

Away to the meadow they dance and they sway
Like the flowers that do so during the day.
Puffs of steam and a haunting whistle
Start the song of their nightly epistle.
Then a figure joins them with pointed ears
Who’s helped them dance away the years.

Standing in the middle of their dancing ring
Making his fiddle jump and sing,
Is the Midnight Elf.
He sings all day to himself
’Til the moon is shining without relent
Then patters he off to the teapot event.

In the center he stands
Making the music of the lands
They sashay around him
And give a bow at the rim,
Singing with their throats
To his glorious notes.

Around and around the circle they dance
Swinging and dipping as if in a trance
Then up from the sky comes the breaking of dawn
And they all scurry back across the lawn.
Up to the shelves they dance and float
Never making so much as a note.

The ’Night Elf is left in the grey morning light
To practice his songs ’til the next evening rite.
Away in his cave he sits with his fiddle
Wondering why strings are such a riddle.
The teapots that day will just sit and whistle
And remember their dance with a thrill and a tizzle.


I was wondering what that

I was wondering what that midnight music was... So that's where my teapot dances off to!
I'm lost. I've gone to look for myself. If I should return before I get back, please tell me to wait.

Anna | Fri, 04/24/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Whoa. :o I had no idea my

Whoa. :o I had no idea my teapot was having such amazing evening adventures!! I always thought its whistle was rather melodious.
"Gold in its natural state is but dull, unornamental stuff and only lowboard metals excite the admiration of the ignorant with its ostentatious glitter. However like the rest of the world I go on underestimating men of gold and glorifying men of mica." ~Mark Twain

Sarah | Fri, 04/24/2009

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

Oh, it's lovely, de'r. I

Oh, it's lovely, de'r. I like the forth and last thingies best. I like the elf...can we name him Murphy? Or, Merlin? Or, how 'bout Octavius?

"...And I'm Lukas, his evil spawn." my brother introducing himself, after my dad.

The Brit | Fri, 04/24/2009


Thanks for the comments you guys:) I wrote this very late at night (for an assignment that was due the...next...morning *looks ashamed*) and I was having a hard time picking a subject. But it did turn out quite nice don't you think!?!?!?! :)
Brit-- No we can not name him Murphy...let's name him Bernard:) HAHA, wonderful name, eh?
"Yes, words are useless! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! Too much of it, darling, too much! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!" --Edna Mode (the Incredibles)

Ariel | Sat, 04/25/2009

"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville


No no no. I object, Madam, I object! His name should not be... whatever you named him... it should be...be...be Cinnabar! Yay! That is the BEST name for that little elf.
BTW, nice poem, OFG!
"Their most active years are the first six months"--Old Fashioned Girl, referring to cats.

Kendra | Sat, 04/25/2009

"Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me! But what about bacteria?"--Tantor the elephant from Tarzan.

Wow. Amazing, OFG! Really

Wow. Amazing, OFG! Really awesome. I wish I could write poetry, but I really can't!


"So, I'm like the Jonas Brothers' evil stepbrother? Okay." -Adam Lambert on People Say He Looks Like Joe Jonas (UNTRUE!) (and all of his sheer awesomeness!)

E | Wed, 05/13/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

yes dear.

yes kendra i do think that is a wise name.

p.s. this is shubby

Anonymous | Fri, 05/15/2009

It reminds me of The Little

It reminds me of The Little Princess, when her Admirer, or whoever he's called, brought her stuff, and she knew that no matter how much hard work she had to do during the day, what happened the night before WAS real.

"California", he said, "is a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she's on top of the world, not knowing that she's dying, not believing it even when you show her the marks." - Motorcycle Boy, from S.E. Hinton's 'Rumble Fish"

Bridget | Fri, 05/15/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

This is beautiful. Wonderful

This is beautiful. Wonderful job.

"Here are the beauties which pierce like swords or burn like cold iron." C.S.Lewis

airlia | Sat, 05/16/2009

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived."
General George S. Patton