Dare’s Delight Poem by Fletcher Wright

Below the charcoaled twilight
Sat a brook
And among the bank
Slept the white maidens
And here the children play
They’ve run from their parents
To have a night to themselves
They play their feeble games
The flowers tickle their legs
The girls pick the dainty flowers and
Put them in their hair
The boys play, splashing each other in the water
Soon they all come together
They want to play truth or dare
Sitting with the flowers circling them
None of them want to pick truth
For fear of telling them who their crush is
One dare after another until someone dares
Someone to eat the white maidens
One after another a child eat them
Enjoying the sweet taste
The play again, but time has slowed
They shake and shiver
They become very tired
They almost stop the moon’s cycle
One by one the children sleep
In the dark
One by One
Alone
Upon the flowers
The lacy maidens
The deadly watered flowers