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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges#7 Fairies |
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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 Happy quilling Jem XXXX  |
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Divena CollinsI 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. ----- Earth Sisters  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. back to list |
Jem Farmer 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. ----- Merrydown 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. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleI 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. -----  Values 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. back to list |
Nia WynneWhen 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.  back to list |
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