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Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie,
was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn.
She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils,
and the pink hydrangeas with pixie dust called Big Pix.
She had come by the Pixie Dust legitimately, because it had
been presented to her as a gift, for being a sixteenth-born.
Named Trixie Light Wing by the Pixies, the light-worker faerie,
lived up to her name, because she was an expert of tricks.
The dragons were still asleep in their cave when she liberally
dusted their front knocker with the Big Pix.
She knew it would be easier to do it now and ask for forgiveness,
than ask permission and be told “no”.
The dragons were known for their inability to see
another side of the story or even flex their own a bit.
Trixie felt jubilant that she had gotten past their door
without waking even the sweet and cute
2-seasons-old baby dragon, Little Joe.
The Flitzwillies were the first magical creatures
to wake up as were the rest of the Light-Workers, Tee and Bee.
Tee was an avid admirer of Trixie; she wanted to be like Trixie,
she wanted to act like Trixie, Big Bad Tee.
Bee was not so much an admirer, a light-worker with
a lone wolf type attitude, one in this prairie we rarely see.
Bee would have liked to stay in the dark cave and play
Video games all day long, rather than be friends to the Mee.
The Mee is what we call our cooperative made up of faeries,
dragons, and flitzwillies. I am one of them too.
My name is Khan, pronounced CAN, and I can do a lot of things
other mythical creatures are not allowed to do.
Probably because I am the princess, and my Mommy,
the queen, helps to make all the rules for the Mee.
Daddy doesn’t dare cross her, or she will add another
rule for him, and he already has thirty-three.
I decided to pull out all the stops today,
and play a trick on Trixie before she
Could play a trick on me.
Disguised as a little baby unicorn, I watched her
feed me an apple, and began to
Talk about how pretty I would be.
When I shape shifted back to myself, we laughed and
Laughed at my trick at her expense.
Then she pointed out that we could ride on
A Tilt-a-Whirl for only a sixpence.
And so we did.
She was calm, collected, majestic and silent as the pups approached her.
Secretly howling her truth but only mystically, in the ethereals,
where other packs could not hear or sense her presence
Faerie-land majesties had cautioned her to not reveal her
alpha sky powers, unless she wanted to share them with her
fellow earth wolves.
She studied the young pups poised before her.
There was a magical thread of desire linking them.
You may mate for life, she said.
As she agreed to the pact, the couple saw purple and
lavender jeweled wings and a jeweled mask for a brief
second.
They gratefully gave a couple of happy yips, and turned
to leave, knowing they would never be the same
having met the prophecy’s she wolf, pure white.
as told in the ancient myths.
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet
Gentle nurturing rain from day or two
Coaxes her lace lilac to gently wake
Meadow rainbow chiffon a lovely hue.
Faerie-felt awe surrounds beautiful lake.
Carpet of tulips arrive on the scene.
Growth can be felt every hour or two.
Resurrection of weeds, not being mean.
Cyclical magic for me and for you.
The woodlands, the meadow, the lake and the dale.
Rebirth of spring yearly, without fail.
Written Feb 24, 2019
Contest: Springtime Rebirth
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Witches in my gardens, blessing them.
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived!
Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.
The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.
To no one do harm, your motto, your creed. I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society. Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.
I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants. Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!
I sensed something spectacular was going to happen
So, I stayed in place, secure behind a fallen oak
The forest did not share secrets with unhidden humans
Feeling anticipatory winds from the west, I remained silent
The fey would not come out and play if they heard me.
Within a few minutes a faerie shower began
Faeries of all shapes and sizes rained in the middle of the clearing
A startled deer bound off, showing her white tail
I had no idea they could jump that high from a standing position
Faeries have a weird tittering laugh, it tinkles like dainty chimes
Hundreds of them landed on toadstools, mushrooms, and ferns.
I sneezed and they were gone in an instant.
The Cat Whispering Faerie had always had cats.
Calicos, Siamese, most fluffy, some with growth fats.
She loved them all, they were her favorite non-people.
Yesterday she found a giant black one next to a church steeple.
You are amazing! She said to the beast, for he was handsome for sure.
He was frightened of elves, gnomes, gargoyles, and frightened of her.
Come on, she urged him. I’ll give you a meal. Make you feel great.
He held back, because he had been abused, had had a horrible fate.
The Cat Whispering Faerie got up into his sweet face.
She looked in his eyes, and gave him no space.
Come on, she urged him, with the love of a creature.
He had never met such a being or eyes of this feature.
The cat went along, for to stay here was going to be worse.
His master was accusing him of dumping out his silly wife’s purse.
They liked to find reasons to be mean to cats and dogs too.
They were horrible people, this dervish and his wife shrew.
The cat was renamed by the faerie, so he could have a fresh start.
This was the first step to mending and soothing his broken heart.
He became her best friend, her advocate, her hero in every way.
She has kept him for twenty years, and still keeps him today.
May comes in disguised as a rainbow unicorn faerie.
She leaps into the air dancing on frothy snow clouds.
We try to slow her up, so we can fully see her
But she turns herself into a hummingbird,
and all we can see is movement.
May prances her truth, whirling with wonder.
Sprinkling her lavender violets among the clover
So daintily, we do not notice at first,
But when we do, we are in awe, for she is so
gloriously done up, and in such a slick, artistic, pastel way.
May brings in roses, tulips, and Rose of Sharon.
Her blooms are the prettiest we have ever been.
She shows off, but not mightily,
May is subtle, yet endearing.
Her sights.
Her sounds.
Her fragrance.
No magic compares to the enchantress,Miss May.
Written 5-2-2019
Contest: Memories of May
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Tiny faeries in snapdragon beds,
crying, wailing to be fed,
on the nectar brought by bees,
from the nearby hills of green.
Tiny newborns with great hair,
will learn to walk, with great care.
They’ll flit and fly to worlds unseen,
by human eyes, when they are weaned.
They’ll grow to care for all the flowers,
while they live in invisible towers.
Deep within an emerald wood,
these tiny faeries, will do much good.
Though beware, don’t interfere,
or they’ll be forced to bring a tear.
Faerie folk must do their duty,
to bring out Spring’s enchanting beauty.
Faerie wing blessings for the believer girl who lives here
In the forest, inside a giant moss-covered hill, surrounded by
delicate mushrooms with dainty stems, and overgrown meat.
Faeries congregate to watch her sleep, through the tiny round
window she clawed out when she first arrived, escaping a mean
man, who was step-fathering her in an unloving way.
Faeries protect her softly, giving her inspiring dreams, and
hopeful poetry, to keep her safe, and to love her softly, and gently.
Leaving wild strawberries, and apples on her doorstep, showering her
with kindness.
Faerie wing blessings are given nightly for all of the innocents who are hurt or maimed or killed by stepfathers or stepmothers. Maybe not body-killed, but soul-killed, by selfishness and greed, or ignorance.
Faeries congregate to float hope and love and optimism into the windows of the gentle-hearted, to keep them dazzling innocent and pretty with their heart-souls, and to nurture them when no one else is doing this.
Faeries step aside quickly when angels are about, as they take over, and whisk the little souls back to the most nurturing place of all, loving them gently......