Searching for a unicorn:
a fool’s errand at best.
That such a thought would come to mind,
I never would have guessed.
The likelihood one might be found
is quite small, at least soon.
It’s possible there’s only one
betwixt here and the moon.
Vivacious, oh so agile -
they’re light upon their feet.
From sturdy stock, not fragile
and quirky, fun, offbeat.
If you would chase a unicorn,
you’ll have to learn her haunts,
slip quiet to her secret place
to find out what she wants.
I’m dubious I’ll find again
a creature of such class;
I’m hoping if I manage to,
she’ll like a lowly ass.
Fairy tales delight
White Pretty Horses with horns
Lies make me Dizzy
Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
I zoned into a story...
She called my name with a voice very kind.
So I followed her neigh
To the deepest recesses of my mind.
Today I met a Unicorn
Who was dancing on a hill.
She was kicking up rainbow dust.
She said her name was Gill.
She looked truly majestic.
Her style slick and pristine.
She told me that she canters and prances
In to little girls dreams.
Her fur was smoothe and lilac.
At night-time her horn glows.
She listens to melodies in the breeze
And where they go she follows.
Gill said she would take me to places
Beyond my wildest imagination.
I told her it would be lovely to do
And thanks for the invitation.
This time, we explored mighty jungles
With colourful creatures and many a giant leaf,
A sparkling waterfall with a welcoming pool...
And other features beyond belief!
The sun was settling down to sleep.
Gill saw my eyes were closing.
She carried me on her back to the land of nod
Where I could continue dozing...
I looked again at my story book.
There was no Unicorn in sight!
Today I really met her
And she tucked me in good night.
Lyrics poem
Story first I set this to music on a site, typed lyrics in picked style , drums violin sax and other settings. This amazing female voice sung it blew my mind. I love saxophone and a bit was it solo. It 2am I pressed something and lost it. I could cried. It shot of around cyber space ha ha. Will do it all again. This is my lyrics.
Come fly with me above the stars
Soar on eagles wings by far
Ride a galaxy or two
Shooting stars will follow you
Higher ~ swifter up we go
Feel the fancy of the flight
Clouds are fluffy like cotton wool
Smooth and comfy of we go
Zooming round and round
Expressive joy, happiness abounds
Shoot the moon, my turtle dove
Just continue, feel the love
We never want the ride to stop
On the unicorns back we hop
Jump the rainbows all around
The unicorn said to the rhino,
"You're fat, and your horn doesn't shino."
The rhino shot back,
"Existence you lack,
You're fake, and as dead as a dino."
Written for weekly challenge on 14th July 2026
Challenge to write if you were an animal
Star the magical Unicorn
Im Star not your usual family pet
I don’t live in house, zoo
Im free as a bird in flight
I live in the beautiful magical forest
Amoung nature is best
Rainbows, sparkles everywhere I go
I bring you peace, love, joy great delight
Some people don’t believe I am real
But come visit the magical forest
I show you around , then you’ll believe
Fairies are my best friends
They fly around me giggling all day
Come on ~ come visit me
You’ll be entrapped in tranquility
Think you’ll stay forever with me
In my magical forest
Place to be. ~ come find me
High born, the persnickety Christmas Unicorn
Had one problem, and it was not her sharp horn
She was wearing red for sure, and white so pure
But she had no green at all, and she needed a cure
Christmas is made of red and green, both colors true
I am a laughing stock, this will never do
She trotted around the kingdom seeking green
But this was a color no unicorn had ever seen
I guess unicorns are color blind, so she did not know
She could not know, even though she hunted to and fro
She was wearing green because of the way she was bred
Being color blind, she always saw green as the color red.
which one is he? The other steeds wanted to know
the one whose armor and copper lance shine in the snow
is he truly the unicorn king? one of the slower ones asked
I tell you the truth, said the truth-teller; I don’t wear a mask
The rest of them tiptoed around the unicorn king
none of them spoke loudly, most did not say a thing
the very next day he was gone, so they missed their opportunity
we are still kicking ourselves, my cousins and me
unicorn sweet babe
with your big doe-like eyes
~ beauty is magic
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Perdition the Magician spread a rumor that was only a lie
He gave it to faeries, elves, gremlins, and brownies as they fluttered by
All the unicorns are dead except one, we call her Minerva he said.
They were crying and weeping because gorgeous unicorns were dead.
Holly Molly, a.k.a. Mrs. Christmas heard this rumor, it made her blue.
She was so sad about it, she had to stir her tears up into beef stew.
King Ding-a-Ling, a dictator who never got his own way
Ate up Holly Molly’s tears on that crazy unicorn-rumor day.
A blue bull heard the rumor and he said “that is a lie.”
He was big and burly, but also a relatively wise guy.
Besides, he had seen a herd of unicorns go over a hill.
A day or two ago, headed toward old Granny’s whiskey still.
A pirate captain had captured those unicorns, the last six alive.
He took them out to his ship, which was sailing for Van Five.
One of them escaped and swam quickly back to the shore.
The last unicorn ever seen again, her name was Lenore.
In the teeniest trunk of an oleander tree
lived a goose, an elf, a faerie, a unicorn and me
we felt safe and secure in the winter you see
our favorite meal was plum sauce and elderberry tea
we have become friends in the summer of ‘93
the first one to recruit me was the little faerie
grouchy grumpy distrustful elf was against me
unicorn ignored them and they disagree on three
Don’t be a silly goose said the elf named McGee
We don’t know anything about this newcomer she
we know she’s from Ireland with a fellow wee
This completely turned the attitude of Celtic McGee
pelican or unicorn? Hard to choose.
Just pick one said my cousin, you can’t lose.
Pelicans interviewed in threes and twos.
Unicorn came in wearing my husband’s shoes.
When I was a girl, I watched the 1982 movie "The Last Unicorn" with my sister in the early 2000s. My sister and I sat on the beige living room carpet. Growing up, beige carpets and white walls were expected in apartments. On the TV, soft rock flows beneath the animated picture. An ethereal unicorn stood poised before the blue sky and hills. The fairy tale painted the white and beige real world. I loved that movie despite preferring pegasuses over unicorns, and wished to craft my own fairy tales. Fairy tales where the beautiful heroine possesses brown skin, brown eyes, and coiled ebony hair. A childish wish, a thoughtful adult could make true. As an adult, I've thought fairy tales through, and it's not just enough for the beautiful heroine to inspire brown and black girls like I was. I've read The Last Unicorn novel a decade past adolescence. The film is a dream swaying to soft rock on the black sea of memory. The Last Unicorn was aware of its fairy tale nature, like an adult reopening the fairy tale book with a cracked spine. Familiar but new to wiser eyes. The unicorn leads the way for me to write a fairy tale not for the girl I was, but for the woman I've become.
slick opaque beauty
dashing through thunder clouds
driving my dreams
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