Faerie Glen ~ Poetry

The Faerie Glen

Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things,
To bind them all about with tiny rings.
~John Keats~

Fairies

Linger awhile upon some bending planks
That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks,
And watch intently Nature's gentle doings;
They will be found softer than ring-dove's cooings.

Were I in such a place, I sure should pray
That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away,
Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown
Fanning away the dandelion's down;

Than the light music of her nimble toes
Patting against the sorrel as she goes.

~John Keats~

La Belle Sans Merci

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
That the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful- a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets toom and fragrant zone,
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song

She found me roots of relish sweet.
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
"I love thee true!"

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sigh'd full-sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
with kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd-ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

~John Keats~

I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child

CHILDREN born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart's desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild--
I'd love to be a Fairy's child.

~Robert Graves~
(1895-1985)

The Fairy Ring

If you see a fairy ring
in a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-toe as you pass,
Last night Fairies frolicked there
And they're sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny fairy Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
and run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you'll break a fairy spell.

~Author Unknown~

FAIRY KISSES

Her wings are luminescent, her eyes a purple hue
She'll look upon your face as if she can see right through you
The beauty of a fairy sprite, blowing kisses in the sweet sunlight
Clad in lavender, wrapped in vines, curious creatures to define

The meadow is her playground, the forest her delight
The flowers bloom profusely, all year long through the day and night
Butterflies dance lightly upon her golden hair
And bluebirds can be heard, singing sweetly in the air

Her spirit is contagious, she can vanish without a trace
Leaving behind some fairy dust with a smile upon her face
Sunbeams dance across the meadow, casting a soft glow
Lilting music can be heard, through the valley far below

Close your eyes and listen to the magical fairy tune
Feel the gentle flutter of a butterfly or two
Can you feel the difference, or do you really know?
Was it a butterfly that fluttered or a fairy kiss she blew?

***Sand***
© Soft Poetry By Sand
Used with permission

That Fairy Place

Once, twice, step softly, child.
Step softly into the green;
If they hear you they will surely run,
And you will never see them ever again.
Well, perhaps not until next year,
But then you might be too old
You might not believe.

Can that fairy place be found
Where the rainbow touches ground?
Will you tell, driver, pray,
Is it many miles away?

Somewhere there must be a spot
Shining like a colored blot,
Pink and purple, blue and green,
Like a transformation scene.

Happy must those children be,
Who the rainbow's end and can see,
Who can play and dance and sing
In the rainbows shining ring?

~Author Unknown~

The Fairy Queen

In the twilight hours the fairy comes,
To run and play and have their fun.
You find them in the forest wood,
Their language spoken is not understood.

Only through eyes that see as a child,
Can you see the fairies which live in the wild.

So turn back in time, to your innocent days,
And look as a child, in a simple way.
There you will see your fairy sprite,
She will stay with you throughout the night.

The night glows bright with faerie light,
The Queen does dance this fairy round,
The sight is sweet this faerie night,
The Queen does sing, a beautiful sound.

With child's eyes we must seek out,
The faerie dance this lovely sight,
With innocence and heart devout,
We seek the faerie dance tonight.

But morning light comes all to soon;
we have to say good bye.
I take the hand of the Fairy Queen;
and away through the dawn we fly.

As I awake; before opening my eyes,
I remember last night's dream.
Holding tight to the Fairy dust;
I gathered from the moonbeams.

~Carla Vredeling~

The Moon Was A Chin Of Gold

The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.

~Emily Dickinson~

The Opal Dream Cave

In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes.
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,
Then delicately walked into my hand.
I shut the two palms of my hands together
And held her prisoner.
I carried her out of the opal cave,
Then opened my hands.
First she became thistledown,
Then a mote in a sunbeam,
Then--nothing at all.
Empty now is my opal dream cave.

~Katherine Mansfield~
(1888-1923)

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