A Fairy Tale

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A misty call from Dryad’s Lips
A tinker’s touch like feather tips
Brought upon a mighty roar
From magic steeped in fairy lore.

Sparkling light that Inspires Song
Chanting echoes from days long gone
Dance upon a Rainbows Wings
As Memory calls and Mystery Sings!

Such was the stirring, deep as yon’ pound
It shook the very forest ground
And our faerie hero came awake
A regal nymphadora from lovers’ lake.

His amber eyes with bejeweled glitter,
Colourful as Autumn’s litter
Sought the visage of his Dryad Bride,
But could not find her, though he tried.

A gust of muddy darkness brought
The sound of broomsticks from abroad
And witching hour’s wishful sight
Showed to him his captured bride.

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Upon the Midnight’s brazen tide
The shimmering aspect of his Beloved Bride
Bound with gnarled ropes of leather
Captive to the loam, a Trollish Treasure.

A distrusted moon on the edge of things
Told a tale of magic rings
With Light that mourned the darkest night
And Sirens’ song to wrong the rights.

Our Hero arose with sabre glinting,
Baleful expression less than hinting
His wrath kindled, Wings ablaze,
His vision naught but crimson haze.

He sliced the ropes with his winged pride
And gazed into his lover’s anemonic eyes
She dipped her hand into his scaled-up chest
And stirred the bottom to retrieve Magick’s Amulet

The Magick sang it’s Sweetest Song
In spite of anger and in the face of wrong,
The Magick Whispered of Finer things,
Of the Mystery that only Magick Brings.

He spoke finally: “There is a prize.”
She drifted slowly, like a ghost, from his side
And nodded, while leaves grew from her eyes.
He faintly smiled, and kissed his bride goodbye.

Yet as the Magick played its melody
His wings grew rigid; then tinted green
As their Sweet embrace became eternal Rhyme
Twain became One, Clasped throughout Time!

This poem was written in collaboration with the magical Morgan from Booknvolume (https://booknvolume.com/). She is an amazing author and poet who has published a fantasy trilogy called Dark Fey, which you can read about here: https://booknvolume.com/dark-fey-trilogy/.
Morgan also writes amazing fairy poetry, please check out her blog, you won’t regret it 😊😊😊.

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The Changeling

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I watched the lake from my window
And saw the raven plunging like a dart,
A feathered beast with golden beak,
(Or a black-sailed ship with a raven’s heart?)
His eyes were set upon his quest,
All beady-nights and glowing,
He drew his wings to his chest,
And stretched his claws like pointy oars
And I saw, to my utter astonishment,
That his treacherous body was growing!
With spear in hand, he landed swift
On human feet on the faring shore

“Stay your wings, enemy ship!”

He uttered from his raven lips.
I stared and stared into the mist,
But could not spot a single ship
But white-winged gulls and sitting ducks.
Then the Raven-boy looked up at me
And I could see that his mouth was still a beak,
He lifted his cape, black as thorns,
And raised his feathers, like arrow-reeds,
And became the lantern-eyed raven once more,
Ripping through clouds, silver-lined by the star-sheen

“Bear my away!”

I shouted, for no reason at all, and he turned his sails,
And away I was borne.

* This poem is dedicated to my friend Cynthia Morgan, whom I know
would love to be spirited away by a changeling Fairy Prince.
If you want to read some of Morgan’s poems, please click here:
https://booknvolume.com/

The Faerie Years

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Art by Cicely Mary Barker

A Lilac Garden bright with snow

where Evergreens and Lilies grow

All pink and white with blossoms sweet

A trysting-place where fairies meet

In Springtime days and summer noons

A lovely scent of rich perfumes

And beds of cloves like little gems

Dancing sweet with Pixie friends

The Light a ‘shines through cherry trees

Singing leaves like symphonies

Humming birds in every nook

Mermaids bathe in laughing brooks

So blue and still the summer skies

Dotted cream with butterflies

And wayside flower’s rainbow gowns

Bejeweling summer’s youthful crown

Sheen of lace in spider’s web

Amber pales and summer sets

Tanning quick what used to be fair

Pouring thick like river’s hair

Days of June are growing old

August fades and Autumn’s bold

Audacious wind robs the warmth

And kisses the garden with lips of cold

Dawn’s Light springs on darkness’ fear

By secrets kept it solemnly swears

To ferry hope to safer ports

Where rests are long and nights are short

Under a’ many different skies

With childhood a’ light in my eyes

The spirit of that dear old place

Still holds such beauty

And gives such grace

Sail Across the Moon

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Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

A calm has fallen over a galaxy of dreams
And swelling sails skim and gleam
Over the chill and creeping sea
Weaving ancient sorceries

A twilight-hush of purpling grey
Moons and pines and fades away
Where bloomed the mists of long ago
By many a seaward dune
The elfin ships like buds of snow
Sail across the moon

Where the lilac dusk of stars and dew
Is a dark enchanteress
Sweeping ghostly shadows ‘neath
The night-sea’s silver crest

And above the harbor bar
Shrouded in veil of musk
Blooms the secret midnight stars
Ripe with fairy dust

Like faithful guardians of the night
On amathystine clouds
The pirating ships patrol the sky
Ferrying dreams from clammy beds
Like shadows winking by
With silken gales in sails a’set
They voyage into the sky