the elf boy came out of the meadow annoyed with the fey
They had not been especially kind to him on this July day
Some had jeered and made fun of his overlarge ears
His feelings were hurt by these mean sounding jeers
the elf boy’s mama could tell by his face
That he had not been treated respectfully or with grace
This is so sad, she said, it should not have happened for sure
Her elf boy stayed away from the meadow which was not pure
The fey are usually wonderful, his mama said, and she was right
But an evil gargoyle had taken over the meadow and dimmed its light
Until the other fey chased him off, the elf boy stayed far away.
He did not need bullies to steal his joyfulness, the right of the fey.
Gremlin, imp, leprechaun and puck
Tried to push their Celtic luck
Dwarf, gnome and faerie came along
They all joined in on a joyful March song
St. Patty’s day is only a week away
They laughed and joked and skipped away
If you see the tree leaves moving in the breeze
Tell them hello for me, if you please
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
Once as outlook seemed demeaning
I pondered life’s varied meaning
Only one thing I wished to be gleaning
The simple answer of why
I was near full to bursting a seam
Then as if by heavenly beam
The answer was great to a dream
One that made me feel as if to fly
See, as I wandered the day
There on the road lay
Some sort of fey
Whose life came to a stop
My mind seemed to tarry
And though understanding may vary
I think it’s kinda scary
That even a fey can flop
This answer a divine source must have sent
That from above must have lent
A sight of a precious life callously rent
An oh so powerful truth
Now some might consider this a creation of the mind
For me this is how I the excellent answer find
In truth the answer isn’t always oddly signed
The truth is actually oh so common
The fact is that great and small
The most precious is lost to the call
None are immune from passing that wall
Why worry about death even when life is freshest?
I feel like an honorary leprechaun
Maybe because I am part Irish
but especially because I know where the four-leaf clovers dwell
are you fey? Someone asks as I hand them out at work.
Only Irish, and part leprechaun, I reply.
Dancing a little Irish jig to prove it.
Portal to land of the fey
Opens up in unicorn bay
The horses there all have a horn
Because each one is a beautiful unicorn
There are rainbows too, and a waterfall
We love being there, land of the fey welcomes all
Faeries, brownies and elves come to get refreshed.
Some are covered up well, others skimpily dressed.
Ferns were sad.
They wanted their own fey mascot.
Lily had a faerie
Marigolds had a brownie
Mushrooms had a pixie
Elms had an elf
Why are we the only ones without a mascot?
Ferns told everyone about their dilemma.
A faerie from middle earth heard their plight.
She had wanted to move to a new place for some time.
She arrived on a Tuesday, announcing she was the fern faerie.
Causing a bit of a problem
As now geranium, crepe myrtle, moss, and tree bark wanted one too.
Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil
Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs
Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent
Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him?
It is not you, he is reassured by robin, you are my salvation in the winter.
The other trees offer me no coverage whatsoever, I count on you.
This cheers him up considerably, as he watches the witches’ movements.
They parade through the forest in their ethereal finery of tangerines and browns
He did not know he was a creepy unknown fey
He crept through the meadow every day
Miniature brownie boy with eyes of crystal blue.
Wearing a hat of goose down, butterfly wings too
His furry legs got wet in the dew, but he kept going.
He would have to find a hideout when it started snowing.
Children chased him a couple of times and got his picture.
In this gorgeous meadow of flowers he was a regular fixture.
Portal to land of the fey
Opens up in unicorn bay
The horses there all have a horn
Because each one is a beautiful unicorn
There are rainbows too, and a waterfall
We love being there, land of the fey welcomes all
Faeries, brownies and elves come to get refreshed.
Some are covered up well, others skimpily dressed.
Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil
Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs
Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent
Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him?
It is not you, he is reassured by robin, you are my salvation in the winter.
The other trees offer me no coverage whatsoever, I count on you.
This cheers him up considerably, as he watches the witches’ movements.
They parade through the forest in their ethereal finery of tangerines and browns
He did not know he was a creepy unknown fey
He crept through the meadow every day
Miniature brownie boy with eyes of crystal blue.
Wearing a hat of goose down, butterfly wings too
His furry legs got wet in the dew, but he kept going.
He would have to find a hideout when it started snowing.
Children chased him a couple of times and got his picture.
In this gorgeous meadow of flowers he was a regular fixture.
furiously frolicking fey do not visit everyone
some empaths hear their giggles
others sense their lively antics
few humans see them
the ones I know bring a fragrance with them
I am clairsentient
aware more than others
clairaudient too; I hear their giggles
I cannot fathom life without them
some of the nonbelievers would not believe me
but they are here, in the forms of elves, faeries, and brownies
gnomes, dragonflies and damselflies are their distant cousins
sometimes they surround me
landing on my shoulder
showing themselves also in golden orbs
I am blessed, but keep it to myself
being a clairvoyant is not for everyone
maybe it does not run in some families
but it runs in mine, and I smile at the fey
as they hide themselves from the nonbelievers
The hoot owl was on the fiddle, the frog was dancing away.
Faeries, brownies and Luna moths joined in this October day.
Their frolicking was so much fun, they brought in a blue jay.
He stood back by the piano, giving their jive a bit of sway.
Nothing gloomy about tonight, they finally said as day went away.
They were now dancing in the moonlight, with a sky of gray.
The hoot owl gave the fiddle playing over to his cousin Shay.
The dancing continued through the night until the next day.
gremilns dance
youth sees with joy
not too socialized yet to be part of the fey happiness brigade
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