2009 Poetry Theme Challenges
The world of magic and fairies is a fascinating one. From fairy godmothers of our childhood tales to the banshees
of Gaelic mythology, the fairy culture is packed with mystery. Cicely Mary Barker brought Flower Fairies to life in
her little books giving a delightful accent to nature. For as long as I can remember fairies have been a presence in
the world of art and literature. So our theme is the fairy, the world they inhabit, or their effect in our world. As
usual I will post links, prompts and pictures in Inspiration Court -- Fairy Inspirations
I awaken this morning to a beautiful dawn
sun rays filter, through the Willow tree
and nightingales sing, their morning song.
Dancing on lily pads, faeries enchant,
floating on water `neath spreading tree
fairy dust sprinkling, on wings, to enhance.
Magical dew drops glisten on flowers
fragrant buds open, bluebells to see
faeries,weave thro` tapestry bowers.
Dragonflies flutter, their rainbow wings,
skimming the waterfall, tumbling free,
and nightingales, on high, sweetly sing.
Oh Sisters of the earth come prance
in grassy meadows, by the stream
you may step, and you may dance
on stepping stones, by water bream.
Honeysuckle of the mead` redeem
a heavenly scent to infuse the air,
petals enhance. the palest of cream
which siblings weave thro`silken hair.
Dancing thro`green meadow fair,
underneath the willows bowers,
holding, hands in dance they share,
magic moments, of mystical powers.
Oh Sisters of the earth, come sing
in the midst of a magic faerie ring.
Lavender And Lace
There amidst a lavender hedge,
faeries weave flowers within,
with nimble fingers, and merry heart
as their magical dawn begins.
Thorns of brambles, needles fine,
gathered, to stitch fine lace,
filigree cobwebs, from finest webs
with lavender flowers, in place.
A new Queen crowned this day,
regal, with pride and grace
today she reigns over faerie land
clad, in lavender, and lace.
Her maidens stand beside her
daisy chains in their hair,
pretty Canterbury bells ring true,
for a gracious Queen so fair.
My Faerie Name
My faerie name is Oak Ice Glitter,
with icy blue butterfly wings,
adorned with leaves, and berries,
I dwell in the greenwood forest,
among oaken, and chestnut trees,
I`m the rarest, of all of the faeries,
except upon a darkened night,
by a shimmering blaze, In the sky
`neath the light of a shooting star
there only, shall l be found.
The Waltz Of The Flowers
Tchaikovsky`s music drifts thro` the glade,
when the orchestra, strikes up, soft notes,
Faeries awaken, and stretch their wings,
for the ballet, of the flowers waltz,
poppies sway, to the sweet refrain,
as they weave, in and out, of the ferns,
rose petals float, in a gentle breeze,
releasing sweet scent, to the ground,
while daisies, and buttercups take a bow,
and the waltz of the flowers begins.
Round and round the faeries pirouette
within their sacred faerie ring,
magical chants of sweet faerie lore
as they waltz in a beautiful trance,
to a choral descant, of birds sweet song,
and the whispering leaves on the bower,
droplets of dew, and the hum of the bees,
with the sun peeping through the clouds,
as the orchestra takes it`s final bow,
and the waltz of the flowers descend.
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My darling of Spring,
blackbird calls to the starling
on pastel boughs laden with blossom.
and they sing of my Daffydilly,
as she dances in the wind,
her trumpet calls across countryside,
orchards her pink chorus,
children are singing,
of my Daffydilly
Spring fae in her golden gown.
The moonlit glade where fairies dance tonight,
as pipes and harps deliver songs for all,
amid the pines that shine with starry light,
and birds shall sing of Merrydown's ball.
In summer's heat the waltzes beat will call,
from daisy heads that lie beneath the trees,
to bees that buzz the fairy ethereal,
and softest petals twirl upon the breeze.
Where elves and pixies jitterbug with ease,
and run around your toes without a care,
as gnomes have mischief to share and tease,
when caught by fairies wand, a magic dare.
The honeydew mead sets the world in trance,
and fairy folk will sing as footsteps dance.
The Queen of Fae
The fairies dance round and round
with all my magic dreams
they fly to the skies above
to find the arcane blue.
The dreams of mine are all I have
but are they ever true,
or are the words that call me now
from the arcane blue.
The Queen of Fae turned my world to gold,
and all my dreams are new
I fly in the cloudless skies above,
a sprite of arcane blue.
Silk and Lace
There is a place where I go,
follow the stream of dreams,
until I see their wings of silk and lace.
A perfumed breeze
where the small folk play
amid the flowers and sunbeams
dancing round on tippety toes
to merry songs of fae
and dew captured in acorn cups
the wine of magic realms.
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I will fade one more time
into the misty dominion
praying for one dream, in which I see
and the woman's face that haunts them.
savouring that one moment
when we will finally meet again.
if I had known about the leaving
and all it's pain,
I would have savoured our time together
so much, much more.
Faeries in my garden
There are mushrooms
at the bottom of my garden
each one has a faerie sat on it
some are tall, some are short
some merely a speck of light
some radiate a kind of special warmth
and some can only cause fright.
it's their monthly meet
it's the full moon
it's the time humans should be wary.
The subject is humans
are they a pest and should they go
they worship power
they worship wealth
but nature and magic they ignore
they cut down trees, they don't replace
and rip away Earths very soul
some men get rich beyond all dreams
yet most given, would do the same
should magic be used to stop this sin
The vote is even,
mankind is saved
but only for one year
chop down one wrong tree
eliminate one more animal breed
the faeries at the bottom of the garden
might walk up and knock on the door
and ask specific questions
and I hope your answers will be right
cause if they're not you'll be in the ……
Just A Drink At Twilight
As I stood by the tree waiting for you
As the twilight grew, I rested against it.
Not moving allowing the mood permit
A group of faeries, a peaceful looking crew
Approach me offering me a brew.
So thirsty, to their will I did submit
As I stood by the tree.
Then all of a sudden, realisation! I knew
My feelings to the tree I began to transmit
And through that drink began to commit
Unable to stay with normal life I bade adieu
As I stood by the tree.
As I sat quietly among the eucalyptus trees
I was in time joined by some special friends
I ask naught of them, or even seek amends
'stead we sat and savoured the evening breeze
And in this way we believe by degrees
That enmity with humans will finally end,
As we sat quietly.
We sat and drank wine and I ate some cheese
I told them how with some, childhood ends.
Nodding when told how poetry transcends
And we will become closer now by degrees,
As we sit quietly.
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When by dawns break you see her,
Wings green fluttering about hedgerows,
Black feathers glistened with early dew,
The trace of her passing being
A dropped rose petal beside the oak
Or it's scent amongst the weeds.
Leave this fae a saucer of honey'd milk
Or a few crumbs off a burnt toast,
Then she'll bless you forever with abundance
And a life filled by both black and white.
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