Magic in the night

A long time ago in a decade far, far away, a little girl sat enthralled, reading her way through the Giant Golden Book of Elves and Fairies.  She already knew that these were ‘fairy tales’…  real faeries were very different; not tiny winged fashion models, but something far deeper and older. The stories were good, though and anything that lived between the covers of a book was always magical.

There were tales of missing mer-children, silver slippers and all manner of poems and folk-tales. The only poem I remember was a tale of fairy music, calling as the fairies danced in the moonlight and the only line that always stayed with me was, ‘when a ring’s around the moon‘.

I looked it up. That’s the magic of the internet, right there. As soon as memory resurfaces, our fingers can trace what our conscious minds have lost. Surprisingly, the book is not only still around, but has been reprinted. To the child’s eye in me, it holds the same magic, though the adult was a little disappointed by the poem. Except…

In and out and round about

A magic circle waking…

Whenever I have looked up to see a ring around the moon, it is as if I hear the whisper of silver bells  and pipes in the night, calling me back to a time of enchantment and wonder. It doesn’t matter that I know it is ‘only’ ice crystals in the atmosphere refracting the moonlight.  I find that just as magical anyway.

So, when Ani and I went for a late walk and I looked up to see the halo of light, I was listening for whispers in the hedgerows. I had already touched the magic of spring beneath the sun, and now the moon had brought fairyland and childhood back to life.

I had to reach for the camera when I got home, knowing the shot would be poor with all the sulphurous light of the distant town on the horizon, but feeling obliged to try anyway.

There were rainbows in the ring, stars dancing in the clear, dark sky and music in the night. For a moment or two, lost in wonder, the decades fell away. I became once more that child who had traced the words of a poem in a book of fairy tales… and who has never grown a day older than her dreams.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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37 Responses to Magic in the night

  1. Love your descriptions of how you still remember and are reminded of your childhood fairy tales. Shared this on my Facebook page @SirChocolateBooks.

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  2. adeleulnais says:

    Beautiful. Magic is only a whisper away. x

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  3. The moon is always magical – and always have been. My fav are the orange ones – low on the horizon and HUGE. Another beautifully written post, Sue.

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  4. Wonderful, Sue. 🙂


  5. jenanita01 says:

    and I hope we never lose it… the magic and the moonlight…


  6. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful Sue, i have a beautiful book of fairy tales with beautiful illustrations and still look for them in life. Thanks for this lovely post 💜💜


  7. Mary Smith says:

    Lovely. It reminds me of when my son was in his first year at school and we were walking home when he suddenly pointed to where the rays of the sun were radiating from a cloud. “Look,” he said, all excited, “there’s a miracle.”


    • Sue Vincent says:

      I always feel the same way when I see that happen 🙂 And it reminds me of walking my youngest up Ben Nevis and stopping for a drink at a stream, “We’re drinking clouds,” he said when he realised that was the only way the water could have got up so high 🙂


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  9. Never a day older than our dreams. Of course. Beautiful sentiment, Sue.


  10. Ah, so lovely. I could really use a trip to fairlyland right now. 🙂


  11. I believe in fairies even though they can’t change your life. Magic and magick is out there. xx


  12. memadtwo says:

    What a wonderful story Sue! And you can still see the magic in the moon…(K)

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  13. Hpow lovely to be transported back to your childhood, Sue 🙂


  14. Widdershins says:

    I popped outside last night to watch the moon as it peeped through a gap in the rainclouds. Wisps of cloud raced in front of it and its rings shone brighter than the reflected lights of the town across the hills on the other side of Widder Lake. T’was a sight to behold. 😀


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