The Water Sprite’s Garden


I gazed into the garden pool,
Searching for my golden ball, but as
I stared into the vastly blue
I began seeing odd things, strange bits
Of woolly courage entangled on the
Garden floor. A fairy door left open,
Spilling sing-song diamonds and wet
Tears; the floral head of a goblin,
Scattering in the grass. I lay down
Where they fell, in garden beds of glass,
Where transparent corn flowers
Shone like icicles. And here he came,
The fish-lord, along a path of salmon
Pink scales, faint and gentle
Did he glimmer. He stopped when
He saw me, and for a moment,
The garden spun, like glass wheels, and
Pearls, white and golden fell
From his lips. And then the vision
Was gone, and left was the vastly blue,
Stealing into my veins, a loveliness
Neither of me or another. But the song,
Oh, that haunting song, ghostly and pale,
Pushed through the cotton fields and beckoned,
Like a full-bodied leaf traced by tender lips,
And I found a path of crushed sand, and the
Soft current of the song tripped over
My own lips. It was then, within one of the
Fairy doors, I saw
the mad old-woman’s face,
Something, a finger or a tiny fish,
nibbled at her cheek,
And I screamed, for that time-beaten face
Was exactly like my own.

To the Christmas Fairy


I hereby invite you for Christmas tea
there’ll be gingerbread cookies and cocoa with cream
cinnamon biscuits and Christmas pie
please come early, and don’t be shy

I’ve kept some presents in the trees
three for you and one for me

The mice have promised some caroling
I sincerely hope you’ll come to hear them sing
they are so excited poor little dears
they’ve been looking forward to it the whole year!

The garden looks lovely, it is all for you
Christmas balls in pink and blue
hanging down from the trees
and fairy lights around the leaves

I hope you’ll come for Christmas tea
it’ll just be Granny, you and me

Art by: Cicely Mary Barker

The Winter Fairy


In Granny’s winter garden
there lives a tiny thing
it is a winter fairy
and her fairy kin

She frosts the little Evergreens
and glazes the flower beds
and sings a soothing lullaby
for the flowers sleeping in their beds

She paints white frosted roses
on granny’s window glass
and lights a thousand sparklers
in the snowy grass

She captures moonlight in a jar
and pours it in a cup
to make the little snowdrops grow
and pop their heads up

She gathers all the little pets
who stays through winter days
and keep them warm through the night
in little moss-laid beds

She feeds the baby squirrels
with tasty little nuts
and pats their tiny bushy tails
and helps them to grow up

She keeps the garden lovely
and takes good care of all
even in the coldest night
she cares for big and small

And when the winter’s over
on the first of warmer days
she packs her little suitcase
and then she flies away

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