Long Dryad Poems

Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so...

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I dwell on virgin moments lightly spent
beyond the lips of verdant fairy glens
A grand invincibility was mine
and life, ah life, the sweetest purest wine.

I danced on dainty rings of dryad saddles,
I fought and died in...

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Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent 
      with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.

Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the grave,
I sneak through the trees.
The aroma pulls me along
through the...

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"Here Runneth the Path of Fairy Feet"
by Rachel Heffington

Where childhood fancy and twilight meet
Here runneth the path of fairy-feet;
On shadowed road and misty bend
Here coldsome facts of "real life" end,
And the simplest thing on earth...

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I saw one day a city of trees
Walking down a path with me
Following hidden eyes to see

Saplings jungled up together
Like a stream of walkers too
Confused at all by windy weather

Deer pellets scattered walk-aways
Somebody's got to...

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The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers her love lost
(her left eye a tombstone glass)
and seizes not...

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Once upon  a time, 
In the middle of a September
Along a long, winding path near the creek,
I spotted the most beautiful thing. 
A flower that has yet to bloom,
The potential of life radiated through...

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Written: April 19, 2024 For Constance la France Z Words Contest

Rumi Quote: "Flowers every night blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace, am I"
        ...

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Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,

Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms

Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine

Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.

tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.

First daffodil maidens...

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   Blossoms line my laden descent 
down to the perked watering hole 
that plays empty theater, 
awaiting my creative path, 
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity, 
of intentional therapy...

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The young trees weren't agog with winter snow
As the leaves chose to wither than grow,
Wafting gently its autumnal crocus to the frozen ground,
While the night birds carols in sonorous sound.

Yet it is garbed in prismatic...

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In souls myriad rested light
and on ballets tip toe fluttered the leaf 
perchance the destiny of butterflies meet
to glide with dandelions seed

Catch the dryad hymn singing waterfalls
to all suns cascade beneath
shall mold the filigree of...

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An oak tree, three hundred years he had stood.
Half-dryad, half-man, he has seen about everything,
Sadness and kindness, but never has he felt truly loved.

A tender vine lovingly nurtured under his darkened shade.
"Twine yourself around me,...

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(A parody on Keat’s Ode to a Nightengale)


My stomach aches and thunder rumbles in my bowel
	as if one minute past, I had eaten something foul.
To sit and listen here, O bird, and contemplate,
	your song seemèd...

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A world arises as dryad clusters of interlaced oysteruos flair umbrellas fairies from sunburst orb piercing rays.  Vast umbra fae churn soil into a sea of plush fungi filigree in midst fields blanketed with...

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