Featherlite merry's lifted by breeze, float up to a plumeberry sky
then gracefully sail over Melody Vale and land on the Cheerbloom in Nyye
Below near hedgerows belinda's grow wild, in colourful patches of glay
and tipsee toe teasils with funny green caps, whistle a tune on their way
The elfins are gathering bright willo blues, to braid through their silky fine hair
and winged caterinas in pink flowing skirts, hold hands as they dance on the mairr
Well hidden from view, this faeryland realm, is a place that is far far away
where fair pixie toodles and Ippsee quin's dwell and happiness reigns every day
Categories:
elfins, fantasy, imagination, magic, mythology,
Form: Other
Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge.
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air.
The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea,
Chanting songs of winters gone to wake the Bloomy Be.
The flutterbys fill uptop skies with gillians of yellowy wings,
The Elfins song brings summer on over the melty cling.
Baby seeds roll up their sleeves to poke the icy ridge.
Down by the soily brook, we’re told, under the woody bridge.
Categories:
elfins, children, fairy, fantasy, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Dissolve
Mother sits by the window
After freeing herself from her household chores.
Fresh and peaceful
She is all by herself.
She looks out at the clear blue sky
Enjoying the streaks of sunlight dancing at her feet.
She picks up her favourite wooden needles
Working them in and out,
Warping in love and and woofing out
Cabled patterns on father's wintry scarf.
A silent smile round the corner of her berry lips,
As she prides over her familial love.
It is Her time, for Her very own being,
A time to disconnect
From all entanglements of life.
Past adjustments, the present solutions, future ambitions,
Zoom past in a flash, and
Dissolve.
And then the mind goes blank
Into a state of nothingness-
No thoughts, no desires no regrets.
The prattle and gurgle on the wooden staircase,
Wake her out of her reverie.
She jumps to her feet,
With electrifying speed
Puts her knitting back into her cashmere bag,
Runs to unbolt the front door, finding
Two smiling elfins with upturned faces, outstretched hands,
Going down till their amorous eyes, holds one in each arm, and
All ambiguities dissolve.
Balveen Cheema
August 10, 2015
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Categories:
elfins, children, for her, imagery,
Form: Imagism
COPPICE WOODS.
Wasted in coppice woods
Drained in chiselled anguish
Gods of the elfins to sell
Sunshine in closed circuits.
Charades in preparation
For the promised future
Dazzled by forest fires
In some teaked nurtures.
Filtered sunshine
Turning orange in streets
Shredded to the pieces
By jaguar’s sharp canine teeth.
Categories:
elfins, creation, visionary,
Form: Verse
Spent and Battle Weary,
the exhausted figure trudges the well worn path
like the to-ings and fro-ings of some relentless seaside donkey.
Utterly defeated,she resumes her rhythmic rocking, almost robotic in its ministry.
No welcome here for this fretful form
Out of time
This usurper of liberty, predator of new found freedom,
like the parasitic mistletoe as it clings to the enduring oak
Consumes the spirit
Outflanked by convention, choice simply a misconception,
The woman capitulates before her adversary.
The final shades of moonlight fade from the sky.
The child, enveloped in the first vestiges of sleep,
Surrenders its hold.
The early morning sunlight precociously animates its shadowy dance;
and Fairies cavort upon this tiny form,
playground of elfins and pixies;
the elixir, the effervescence in champagne.
I brush the hair from the forehead of the sleeping child
My heart is swollen
No enigma here; only my daughter
Categories:
elfins, allegory, daughter, devotion, forgiveness,
Form: Prose Poetry