Ribbons in the hair,
this quintessential flight of fancy;
purveyed her wares with an outrageously vibrant,
"��Joy of life."��

St Nicks, the old Black Gate and Castle Keep;
"�� The stage where her infectious laughter,
became an intoxicating spell."��

"��The enchanted"�� bought her flowers,
trying to capture that elusive magic.
Little did they know, never did they guess;
"��Wondrous wild magic, lay not in the flowers,
but in the seller."��

Love your subject and your word choices, especially "wondrous wild magic"!

Thank you Lass