I wrote this just after Menya died, but the memories were so painful that I had forgotten I penned it. It just sat, quietly, in one of my poetry files on my computer until I started to converse with Menya's aunt Linda.

I sent it to her and she asked me to post it here. It is a snapshot of how I perceived Menya, mostly as Mistress Rhiannon in the SCA.

Shelley Rabinovitch/Dame TSiva

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The Faerie Harper
Shelley TSivia Rabinovitch
 
Tho' the singer is gone
Still her songs linger in our hearts.
Tho' the firelight fades
Still the flame burns anew.
 
Every wind-rustled leaf
Sings a note, plucks the perfect tune.
Every water-touched stone
Babbles on, whispered song.
 
Sun kissed hair tossed by wind
Dances wild, dances merrily.
Sunlit birds at first dawn
Sing her refrains again.
 
Listen close and you'll hear
For the bard is still present here.
Faerie fingers on harpstring -
Faerie voice on the wind.
 
6 March 2001
In memory, Menya Ruth Wolfe (Mistress Rhiannon of Wye, O.L.)