I called to her house
In the middle of the woods
A note pinned to the door
Informed
Im away with the fairies.
Back in five minuets
Hard-etched frozen windowpanes
never two adorned the same.
Soft morning light filters through
setting jeweled fronds aflame.
Bitterly cold arctic winds
blustered around overnight,
spattering frigid patterns,
ornate brush strokes of delight.
A silver sylvan forest
where fairies carouse and dance
beneath bright crystal fern flags,
an impromptu frost romance.
Sharp icy fingers crackle,
poking downward from the eaves;
a short few hours of magic
then the glory melts and leaves.
July 16, 2026
For Pattern Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick, Sponsor
“I drink poetry like champagne in Timelessness, purifying me, strengthening me, calming me…” Poet
Fear not to seed dismantling of Time
as fairies jingle to eternal rhyme
relay questions to angelic billies
surrender thorned horn as muted chime
Delightful drum rolls voice verses frilly
listen lingering to lyrics silly
fingering silky hair, smooth tulip neck
frequency of name will be moon's tilly ~
Fear not to transmute hot tears that wreck
soothing away of niggly grains of speck
tinkle brass keys in freedom's pearly waves
gliding Spirit’s sanguine undying beck
Hail now, splendid maids with cute sterling knaves
let poems bring sleep in dream cosy caves
ache not for peeps or smooth ebony cheeks
drink pomegranates' nectar, leaving raves !
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Standard Contest : A Beautiful Rubaiyat
Sponsor : Constance la France
Feb. 26 : 2nd Placement
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By Poet "Read Away and Let Your Imagination Soar."
Candle's warm bright glow,
helps me to read my songbook,
Enjoying word flow,
fairies dance across my book.
Giving me a funny look.
just something light and whimsical for your yuletide enjoyment....
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Midnight dusted
with frostbite whispers,
they come~
small thieves of warmth,
pocketing embers
from fires left untended.
They take:
a ribbon,
half a gingerbread man,
the last sigh
of a dying candle.
They leave behind:
the faint ache of
almost-remembered
laughter,
the sense
you are not quite alone
in the long,
bright yuletide dark.
Saint Nick's russet-haired elf who loved garlic
Besought all the fair fairies to frolic.
They dissed his Christmas kisses,
Dumped as coal, without blisses
Except with his poodle named Alaric.
From her delicate wings a fine powder exudes and lands on the ground
by the light of the blue harvest moon a touch of Pixie Dust, in nimble magic !
Harmonious weaving, intangible strands of music coming from the sphere
sweet and beautiful arias, melodious twittering from a fairy wing's enfold
Wings not made of nylon, cellophane nor iridescent tulle but made of silk
like spider's webs tough and resilient from the Master Spinners pedipalps
Appendage wings made from embryonic liquid from ejected Neutron Stars
like butterflies they flit and fly through air currents, landing on little twigs;
Fairy dust of old as ancient as the parallels from this world to the next
dare say I, ... if ever you have been subjected to their fairy dust appeal
then flying limbs you shall receive and like it or not you will fly away
inside a land of pure magic where every thought is like a sweet reveal
From her delicate hand a sweep of the wand resting easy on your shoulder,
one single dose is feathered on you and suddenly, you are able to hold her !
****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
I'm dreaming of fairies
Laughing in a glade of green
Fluttering among flourishing blooms
In their hidden mystic world
Laughing in a glade of green
Magic drifts on the cool breeze
In their hidden mystic world
They do as they please
Magic drifts on the cool breeze
Fluttering among flourishing blooms
They do as they please
I'm dreaming of fairies
Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
There are Fairies
At the bottom of our garden,
I can see why you
Might think there’s not,
For they are oh so shy
And very difficult to spot,
Some say a garden with Fairies
Is not really a thing,
But we know they are there,
And often hear them sing,
Use your imagination,
It can be stretched that far,
For the world seems
A much better place -
When you believe there are!
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
A vibrant purple aura surrounded the magical scene
to me it seemed that I was seeing a fairy queen
I went over and asked her
if I may sit by her side
but she led me through the wooden door painted green.
We were in the trunk of a very large oak tree
where fairies and elves lived together happily
they seemed eager to learn
of my life’s chronicle
so I told them of all the things from my memory.
They all said they had truly enjoyed the reminiscing
and offered me supper with all its trimmings
lots of goodies to eat
a magnificent spread
I ate so much my poor tummy was brimming.
Then they put on some music and we had a dance
the ambience was perfect for a romance
if it’s a purple dream
it’s the best dream I’ve dreamed
‘twas a night to remember, by happenchance.
( Hold onto this anchor please)
When all seems lost and all stars gone
Imagine lights and you won't be alone
When sadness quakes and voices mock
Imagine the skies among with whom you'll flock
When happiness fades and madness runs
Imagine colours brighter than the sun
When fires scorch and winters blow cold
Imagine spring letting love unfold
When you're drowning under the waters of hassle
Imagine that you're floating on top of a castle
When they all leave and bail– don't sulk
Imagine fairies with wings are eager to talk
She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.
Quietly she stitches
by a sky of amber- red tea.
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.
She sits and mends quietly,
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight.
Constance seizes the forest blissfully
Optimistically merging with skies
Such a spirited sprite spins gleefully
Tenaciously trying to mesmerize
Astute sages within the high green trees; thus,
Nymphs seek to sustain a bejeweled prize
Zestful branches dance with the maiden of
Ardent constancy, delightfully wise.
Lest she be a bird that soars eternally
Escaping the hiding place amongst butterflies
Embraced by Cosmos, care-free and earthy
Encircled by spry stellar mysteries
Fine fairies fare well, fearlessly flying
In fanciful fortified flower fields
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