Long Fae Poems
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Imelda would spread her faerie magic
upon the many creatures of the wood;
and like a ball of soft plastic
it one day bounced upon a bunny-hood.
Young bunnies were making daisy chains
amid firefly lit bluebells this eve;
as a rainbow smiled post gentle rain
Imelda pulled a wand from her sleeve.
She blessed these little rabbits, two
that ever contented they might be;
and many lovely daisies they’d accrue
to artistically decorate the woodland trees.
Young Nipsy Belle and Paddy Pim,
twins of the Hares, Laurel and Ted,
were filled with talent to their brim
and made themselves some daisy-beds.
Into their heads Imelda inserted
imaginings by the moon’s light;
and they grew to create assorted
floral sculpted, woody sights.
Topiaries built on tree trunks
crafted from ivy and wildflowers;
they built sunflower bunks
scattered through the woodsy bowers.
Imelda’s magic had them working
day and night, crafting with elated ease;
these bunnies, they were so hardworking
their faerie they did surely please.
Ivy draped portal
entrancing
a soul
within a sun
enclaved in gold
made by the Fae
those wondrous beings
Is this real
what I’m seeing?
A song of joy
so sweet to the ear
Earthbound souls
never will hear
a veil
it panes
the sound
of the Fae
forever and always
to this very day
Faeries dancing
on the air
firefly’s lanterns
glistening
in pairs
shining bright
a magical trail
up the hill
and down the vale
eclipsing the moon
making her pale
Every night
no matter the weather
the folk do dance
a love song
together
binding and sealing
a hearts embrace
shows of feeling
a loves true face
Eternally joined
filigree veins
gold and ametrine
glows and wanes
the heart it encases
overflows pure joy
for hearts robbed
and broken
the Fae
refill with joy
Fae chevaliers
of true loves heart
for true loves’ trinity
the dance
the song
for love…
Form:
It's straightforward enough to be the Cheshire Cat grinning.
A stroll in the park to smile when you're winning.
But when you find yourself irked and cursing the weather.
You're unconsciously encompassed by the Fundamental Attribution Error.
A theory purporting it's mostly all luck.
Like getting that pay rise, or our wedding ring stuck.
Carefully eluding unnecessary confrontation and hate.
Then declaring a million and one times you don't exaggerate.
Attempts to train the mind not to be bitter or pious.
A desperate evasion of this confirmation bias.
Blaming others for misfortune and ourselves for the good.
A rephrasing of stereotypes to see things as we should.
Whilst rejoicing achievements is admirable and just.
Take a second to pause, exhale, reflect if you must.
Content to live in the moment. This moment right here.
With freedom of cognition. With our mental pathways clear.
To be kind, where possible, in all circumstances.
A non-judgemental stranger throwing uplifting glances.
The nymph shudders at the sweet earth.
I want to leave, but she wants all its worth.
She is but a beautiful death,
as she admires a last breath.
“I love your retired beauty, soul, and eyes.
My trance for you has such a beautiful gaze.
Now I adore away your intense heart of lies,
Remember my rough words in this phase.”
Indeed, this daisy fresh moment
Flies to a land of lost punishment.
Almost crying to the humming flies
Her weep calms the vines in their ties.
“Truthfully, I cannot live without these treasures,
Filling my soul of lust that your heart doth yearns.
So close to having this fulfilling land that assures,
Yet in time, the wave covers, catches fire, and burns.”
Breathes in the forest, sweet and deep,
Walking upon the soil, climbing steep
Grounding itself where the trees roam
Amongst the roots that grow in the Grove.
Groves light candles under starry night skies,
He's burning luscious lanterns
Feeling the yellow warmth of firelight
A pumpkin that magically delights
In sending faery blessings.
Leprechauns dance in his joyful mind.
Angelic wings delight in faery flight,
Whilst Scottish fae commence to dance.
This Halloween Pumpkin named Druid guides
Onlookers on the magical path,
Urging them to dream Silver Pixie dreams
That soak in golden gleam.
Forevermore in greenery and dew,
May you be blessed with soft starlight,
With happy and lighthearted folk so bright
In moonlight shining positively tonight!
May your art be inspired by Halloween!
May your Ogham convey dreams acquired
From ancestral memories
As Samhain opens the veil, reveries!
With candles burning and flames whirling,
My beloved Pumpkin is yearning, returning the love!