Poem -
fairy trees
be there those places
where the fine toadstool grows
and black beetles make high
their mounds
where fireflies dance
All away through the night
a'neath ancient trees
Hidden wellΒ out of sight
where emerald paints grasses
And soft shadows grow
and acorns from gnarled bark
fall free
Then lay me down here, here
If such a place be
Nestle me here
a'neath this fairy tree,
M ~
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Comments
Hello Marion,
I absolutely love this, I fell right into fairy land, great imageryΒ
brilliantly done
Lorna xx
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Thankyou ...it's easy for me to write about fairies cos my little granddaughter is a self elected Fairy Queen...she made me a fairy too...a minion fairy...far below herself...which means I can only collect the flowers but am too far down the pecking order to cast the spells...sadly..π xx
I often wish there was such magic in this world. excellent write!
There is...believe...thanks Lisa x
I do believe I believe and would be lieing, if I was to deny not mind having a laying down session there nearby too .. this, like your good self is a little cracker x
Ha ha...your first couple of lines sounded just like the gingerbread man in Shrek lol...my favourite kid films. I always had a secret urge to marry him... but he's green and hangs out in swamps...shame. I was trying to write something pretty and magical for a change but strangely the death theme found its way in there...again...
shame that. π Thanks Nev X