At the Fair

Frost Fair on the Thames, Anonymous, c.1685

He bought ribbons for my hair,
then kissed me sweet
warm lips on mine in frosted air–

impossible the tasks he set,
so, fare-thee-well to he
I’ll find another yet

next market-day,
ribbon-adorned my hair,
for desires such weighed
in love, all is fair.

A quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is fair, and I went to ballads and history: the London frost fairs and Scarborough Fair.