Best Fairy Ring Poems
Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out my breath, and immediately did the same, I’d seen him do.
As I landed, I followed the mob, knowing Dragon would be in demand.
Sure enough, there he stood with the great sword Excalibur, in his hand.
The future King Arthur was standing empty handed, looking kinda sad.
Merlin, however, not amused, started chasing Dragon and looking mad.
Without Arthur to pull the sword from the stone, Camelot wouldn’t be built.
You might say that Dragon was in deep doo doo, all the way up to the hilt.
Things progressed far worse, as Merlin shot crazy magic at Dragon’s face.
He missed Dragon… leaving ‘Sir Mouse a lot’, in Sir Lancelot’s place.
Dragon dodged a magic bolt, from Merlin, hitting Sir Gwain, like a mace.
Yep, if this kept up, the whole round table was about to end, without a trace.
So I jumped Merlin, bringing him to the ground, as I screamed at Dragon!
Put that blooming sword down!… As in: YEP! BACK IN THE STONE!!!
But by then I was changed to a frog, and a few croaks were the only sounds.
Old England had become the new Mayhem Falls, both alive and now found.
Suddenly, Grandpa Troll appeared, yanking the sword from Dragon’s hand.
Putting it back in the stone, he bowed to Merlin and all of his medieval land.
Next he grabbed Dragon by the ear, and me as I hopped across the ground.
We quickly made an exit… by use of the Fairy Ring, now so very profound.
Camelot’s problems, would no doubt, be from ‘Sir Mouse A Lot’s’ overload.
Imagine what might have been, if we’d never helped see, that day bestowed.
Would the world have been better? Would Camelot have longer survived?
We’ll never know. But the Moral is: Beware of Fairy Rings and Dragons!
For they can bring about the worlds end, as we know it, on any given day!
Camelot had that story put on a Tapestry along with Arthur’s great event.
He dutifully, also, pulled the sword from the stone… Yep… You might say…
For them it had become ‘A Great News Day!’ As I did ribbit and hop away!
Written by Carol Eastman 8-29-2016
Feeling soft soil squishing between my toes
is but one pleasure my garden provides.
I love how its sweet smells engage my nose,
the sunshine, fresh air, and much more besides.
I've never used chemical pesticides
and welcome nature's critters every spring,
from caterpillars to the birds that sing.
Color draws butterflies to sip nectar,
while wild mushrooms create a fairy ring
encircling my placid pool reflector.
(Dizain)
06/10/2020
Lights shine in the wood,
the flicker in the wood,
the wood with the fairy ring.
''No tresspassing''
Bold black words
printed on a plastic sign
nailed to a tree,
a tree in a the wood,
the wood with the fairy ring.
The nails on the sign sit rimmed with rust,
the words begin to fade
but no one dares to wander in the woods,
for they've been warned by the woods,
the woods with the fairy ring.
The sign lies blank,
one nail is gone
but the message still remains
for on moonlite nights
the sign drips with blood
its message crimson and clear
''Stay clear of our wood
so the lights may shine in our wood
let them flicker in our woods,
in our wood with our fairy ring.''
Once at dawn upon a wandered mind when day had dwelled within a dream,
I stood afore a forest's edge and gazed upon its refulgent grassy gleams.
Home alone on a house's deck perched before the acreage of the backyard's lawn,
I watched what grew on the ground drizzled in dew from the early drip of dawn.
A ring hath rounded about the lawn betwixt the kudzu-choked sycamore,
Wherethrough which viridian visions float in the verdure's effervescing floor.
Rising steam of the sunlit green trapped in the photons' saffron streams,
Hung in the stick of the humid thick, bubbling before the blazing beams.
I beheld lo brilliant ethereal bubbles, who're broken, buoyant, and brickle,
And sweat from trees whose sipping leaves suck from the sun's spilled trickle.
Suddenly, terror took me in its icicle shackles and caught me in its freeze,
As I saw something staring back at me from within the limbs of a willow tree.
The creature stirred beside the backyard's circle and wore which sinister stare,
Of the maniacal resplendence in ricocheted screams echoing inside a waking nightmare.
It was whispering hushed words in the wind that lilted the tree's whipped cirrus twists,
Of languid hung branches whose white flowers hid that which spoke behind their wisps.
I could not tell if it was hidden in the dark of a shadow or in the shine of the light,
As I stood there unmoving watching it watch me as my body filled with heavy fright.
Fear of the dark is but a worry of what the mind can make,
Out of a lack of light where what perchance from nothing can awake.
Yet fear of the light is but a fear of what outside the mind can find,
Outside two eyes whose sight doth sought that which is beyond the mind.
As I listened to the susurrous voice slithering in tendrils across the air,
I heard what it said with listening ears tucked 'neath my raising tuffs of hair.
Above the woods you can see it
it all of its’ emerald splendor;
ringing the wooded sentinels,
imaginative realms it engenders.
From a plane, I shot a picture
and endeavored to research;
in local legend lay the secret,
a Fairies ring forest growth unearthed.
There within that emerald ring
amazing vision I did see;
faeries paying homage
to the queen of honey bees!
The spread of faerie food, immense
and the celebration lively;
a birthday party for queen bee,
I realized made total sense!
Have you ever seen a mushroom fairy ring? It is
interesting to see how they grow in a complete circle. There are some myths and stories about the fairy ring. I thought I would write this poem.
MUSHROOM-FAIRY RING
Mysterious mushrooms - secret fairy ring,
It's where the fairies gather,
All together they dance and sing..
The circle of the mushrooms,
In a pattern that they form.
Look all around,
Different types of mushrooms galore!!
In a deep dark forest,
In the woodlands they appear,
Fairies gather around the circle,
Whispering their magic, they cheer!!
So many types of mushrooms,
Such unique patterns that they display,
Popping up from the ground,
Growing everywhere, each and every way.
The fairies meet, casting spells and having fun
Beneath the silver moon and stars,
The magic has just begun!!