The Water Sprite’s Garden

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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.

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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 Weaver and the Underlings

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She weaves the flying tones of Linden-trees
Strong and true, through spindle-woods.
Earthlings, doomed to roam the undergrounds,
Grasp, by light of hollow-stars, at the spring of
The Faerie-sound.
Up and up and up they flee, by twigs of leaves
On dancing feet, up through birch and evergreen
Where hill-top grass lay glistening,
And the shadowed moon has laid her fate,
For them to dance through Elven-gates.

Pan’s Flute

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Enchantments coiled around my wrists
And over the field I hastened,
Through thistle-spun trees and lily-woods
But, alas, my feet began a’dancin’.
Through umbrella-leaves and parsley-blooms
I twirled in fields of goldenrod,
To pipes unseen and larks unheard.
And Pan himself must have laughed,
For he had caught me in his Faerie-trance.

The Fairy Prince and I

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I couldn’t believe the singing was real
But I followed it into the murky trees.
My shoes became heavy with reindeer-moss
And I abandoned them in the woolly blooms.
The ravens chased my heart and I
Traced their wings by shadow-moons.
But the path was laid with heather and I
Walked steadfast forth until I heard a brooding tone:

“You are dark and I am light, so keep away
From the night!”

He spun his words around my wrists
And challenged me to sing along
Fading the world until it grew old and thick.
It was then that I saw the ring,
A wreath of grass around my feet
And I made to leave, but he
Said that I was forever his.

Looking for the enchanted realm…

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Are you one of those who just wish, wish, wish you could see the folk of the enchanted realm, the ones many call “Fey” ? Well, I am! So I went looking for them! And see what I found! Can you spot them? 😀

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All the photos are of course taken by me in this one (since I was the only one there to spot them! :-D)

Faerie Forest

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This is probably the forest I love the most in the whole world! It is my childhood forest! Just right across the street from my childhood home. I played in this forest every day when I was little.

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I also had to run through this forest to get to school and to visit my best friend.

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I used to play with the Faeries by a little stream in these woods.

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I would also seek comfort in the trees and flowers and grasses when I was sad.

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I once saw a fairy by the stream! And I still remember today how it looked like!

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I was never afraid of the forest and would even walk through it at night when it was so dark I couldn’t even see my own hands!

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I also met a deer in this forest once. It was a very special moment in my life. The deer looked at me and I looked at him and then we bowed to each other.

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Unfortunately, they built a parking lot close to the forest and they had to cut down some trees. When they did I felt that my soul would break.

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Thank god, it was only a few trees and the forest still stands tall today.

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I love(d) climbing those tall evergreen trees! Once, my father put up a bird house in one of the trees outside our kitchen window.

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But mostly it was occupied by woodpeckers and brown furry squirrels.

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The squirrels were all my friends, though. I just adore those reddish brown squirrels with their huge bushy tails!

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I still believe this forest is full of tiny unknown creatures.

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I built bridges, houses, docks, boats, paddocks and all kinds of other things for them when I was little.

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I also brought home little rocks, pine needles, cones and moss to make lovely little trolls and forest creatures with.

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I love my little faerie forest so much and I wish every child would have such a forest to love when they are growing up. I think then, we would all grow up loving nature and never ever wish to hurt our natural surroundings.

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