Short Fey Poems
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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
We inhale
the damp, decay fell detail
through the sucking, muddy bog
slog
To pursue
the path of ancient horseshoe
and riding warrior's brood luck
muck.
Fairy lights twinkle among mushrooms gold
Brownies and elves come out to give us a look.
Trixie and I are now on the hook.
Please put our imaginations on hold.
Dragonfly Fey
mischievous flipping pixie dust;
Dragonfly Fey
with a smile giggling everyday;
Playful pranks but we seem to trust
with strong hearts nothing can go bust,
Dragonfly Fey.
I don't know why this is. I'm in total dismay
but lately I seem to be obsessed with Tina Fey.
When I look at her I see the Marilyn Monroe of today
and I'm at a total loss as to why I feel this way.
Fey Finnish’s fine faerie house is teethed in true tradition.
Arrangement upon arrangements, a faerie fay’s sweet condition.
Lilies, lilacs, roses, and bell flowers an amazing violet blue,
Prettiest place I’ve seen on this planet. How about you?
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.
Elf awaits faerie’s invitation bright
Decorated with a darling cherry,
Faerie leaves an invite to elf at night.
She is fond of this fey named Harry.
Engage in festival, very merry.
Brownies, elves, and faeries, happily dance.
It’s the best jamboree in southern France.
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
Tiny door is closed tightly shut.
Inhabitants hidden from view.
Fairies and brownies had made the cut.
Safe in their winter’s nest away from you.
As you pass this magnificent elm tree,
The fey are enjoying hollow every day.
A door so miniscule, you do not see.
So all winter, they are gloriously hidden away.
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.
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.
cattails at the fishing pond
mark the hill the brownies live on
in the morning, they dance in the dew
there are many here, more than a few
macarena is danced by gnomes and faeries
elves brought back a tango from Buenos Aires
levity of morning lights mood for the afternoon
the bullfrogs are the only ones out of tune
Fey folk in
nature are quite shy
rarely seen
by a few
fey enjoy their privacy
even prefer it.
A blessing,
sighting a faerie
or a curse;
it depends
humans aren’t supposed to see
or detect the fey.
Divas of
nature, the faeries
care for plants,
animals;
elemental entities
of nature working.
She danced in the woods
throwing dewdrops upon the leaves,
by the dozens.
This twilight sentinel
sashaying about the forest.
No one sees her,
only the trees and wildlife
know her secret;
this faerie of the twilight.
A dancer in ethereal light
winged and delicate
she serves Mother Earth
with reverence.
Fey Day in the forest on the First of May
Nothing better the forest creatures say
There is a parade in the morning and it’s not slim
The teeniest faeries in the trees, on the tiniest limbs
The titmouse and the beetles follow in the grass
Under the dry leaves, all the way along the pass
Butterflies and meadow larks flit in and out the throng
The pixies and the elves will soon be right along.
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.
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.
It’s said that, if you find Pan
when he’s unaware, he has to give you his
magic panpipes.
I do covet that sound;
that ethereal, lilting, chiming
sound; it’s tranquilizing harmony.
And so, I’ve hunted him since I was a kid;
in every greenwood, forest and hedgerow;
every mountain and emerald dale.
Ever-elusive faun...I feel as though
he’s watching me; they also say...
the trees will cloak him...
bestowing generational survival skills
and desirable traits –
for e o n s
She led mankind to be
a better version of itself—
wishing for a fairy godmother
l o s e sight of
the W~E~L~L of W~I~S~D~O~M from within –
poised to be
r e l e a s e d …
The tiny dragons dance aloft
whilst dragonflies soar amuck
They dance over the lake, over the lake they waft
The huffle-winks peer from the muck
At the bright flittering troupe
Dancing over the water, dancing by the brush
Those dancing dragons, how they swoop!
The water ripples under
They spin, twirl and dive, such an acrobatic group
Huffle-winks leap to the flutter
Dancing over the dark lake
Prancing glad with the rest, 'til, alas, it's over
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.
I flipped on the bathroom light
a flicker in the tub swirled my head
there were three teensy tiny gremlins in there
I could not hear their words
If I got closer, would they disappear?
I hesitated not wanting to frighten them.
One of them pulled a teeny bullhorn out of his satchel.
“Please keep this viewing to yourself” he said into it.
This came out as a whisper.
I shut out the light and tiptoed out of the bathroom.
The Irish in my veins respects the privacy of the fey.
Wearing green at full moons height
Singing the song of fairy spite
As faeries dance in a ring
And as they sing their dreadful spell
My head starts to nod,eyes heavy with sleep of the dead
My thoughts filled with the music of hell
I hear the shadows whisper beguiling words
Meant to drop me and take me under
The flames dance high as I watch my fears made real.
So beware the beautiful song of rage on a midnight clear
Sung by creatures fearful
This is the court of death.
Elfin princess accompanied by heavenly butterflies
The oak trees feel her presence and genuflect in reverence
Spirit brings her into their world of bark and twigs
She appreciates their deference, admiring their flexibility
The oaks admire her ability to wind walk; they are entranced.
Butterflies fly against the wind, bringing their beloved to the forest
Owl is quieted. A wolf howls to remind the trees of the prophecy.
All is right in the woods tonight, the fey begin to dance.