Tip-Toe (Continuous Illusion Suite)

Featured art by Katerina Plotnikova

Listen to Tip-Toe by Richard Charles Stevens (Continuous Illusion Suite)

Listen to Continuous Illusion by SizzleBird

On tip-toe
She trotted
Through dandelions dotted
Her leopard print spotted to please
With a pocketful of honey
Extra runny
And a sunny disposition
As she nodded to the bees
.
Queens were very rarely seen
So far away from home
Yet hers was sweet exception
As she wore her wings as necklace
And this pendant whispered hope into her glowing solar plexus
While the nexus of her breathless keen
Was seen to seat the throne
Of every seedling interweaving with her own
.
(No eyes too brave)
(No gaze too bold)
.
Tulips sipped pink lemonade
The rosehips swayed obligingly
Their petals gaped enticingly
While overhead the angels bathed
Grateful for the shade beneath the raven’s gaze
She made a play to break away from latent chains
Relate again to nature’s way
.
(No skies disgraced)
Relate again to nature’s way
(Just streets paved gold)
Relate again to nature’s way
.
Black sooted feet in a clean pair of heels
Headed where thrushes and nightingales trilled
One so intrepid be sped to no ill
At her leisured discretion revealed
.
Left to her own devices
She could don a host of guises
Make the most of such variety
Of binary devices
While society misguided the majority in crisis
She felt honourably meshed to fresh horizons
.
No eyes too brave
(No eyes too brave)
No gaze too bold
(No gaze too bold)
No skies disgraced
(No skies disgraced)
Just streets paved gold
(Just streets paved gold)
Nothing could impinge the stride
Of one so tinged in silver light
Of one whose tale nowise remained untold
.
On tip-toe
She trotted
To the most remote old cottage in the vale
(No eyes too brave)
(No gaze too bold)
And every time the windmill passed she danced atop the sail
Then dove into a bail of hay
To find the needle straight away
And sing an easy ditty of the pretty wheat and grain
.
Her space had been allotted
Through the dandelions dotted
And she spotted then a clearing
Ever nearing and appealing to her keen sense of adventure
For the sweet scent at the centre
Seemed to be dead set revealing air to breathe
.
The trident she wielded
Was silently yielded
From diamonds far fielded that gleamed
All in one stride of a wild child so bright
She made faeries maître d’s
And dared to dream
She made faeries maître d’s
And dared to dream
(Dared to dream)
(Dared to dream)
Dared to dream
(Dared to dream)
(Dared to dream)
Dared to dream
.
On tip-toe
She trotted
Through dandelions dotted
Her leopard print spotted to please
With a pocketful of honey
Extra runny
And a sunny disposition
As she nodded to the bees
.