Rosebud and Bottom

She flew over the snow
and, in the end, was consumed in fire.
He the unwieldy suitor, unaware of the heartsease on her eyes,
his long ears on her pillow,
thinking that at long last love,
and he'd got lucky.

Came the cold grey dawn
he looked around,
could not recognise
the unreal world he found himself in.
But then he saw Titania sleeping beside him,
a dream of the Dream flitting quickly under her eyelids.

Good morning Rosebud,
he whispered
as he kissed her enchanted eyes.
Then he crept away back
to Athens,
to work on his weaving.

Worked on for several days and completed 24/05/08, 10am