Poems by our Cyber Friends
- The Faerie
- By Katie BentonKE@aol.com
A faerie flew in my window, when it was left open wide.
She landed on my finger ,and invited me on a ride.
I said yes, and then my room was filled with magic dust.
When I opened my eyes, I was just her size,
and she said come along... you must.
She took me to a land where gnomes and goblins played.
Where knights and dragons fought all day...
I wish I could have stayed.
We took a ride on a butterfly,
drank nectar from a flower.
We were playing tag with pixies, when we realized it was past the hour!
Through my window, into my room, and when I turned around...
The little faerie disappeared.
She was simply not around.
- #1 MAGICK OF FAERIES
In a field of grass so green and toadstools all around
Sit down quietly and you will hear a soft magickal sound
If you're quiet as a mouse they'll all come out to play
For faerie folk will not go by without song and dance a day
Close your eyes and you will hear the flutter of their wings
Imagine all the bright colors and happiness they bring
If only you could catch one and have her for your own
But you would know that that's not fair, she must be free to roam
And though at times they are hard to see, you must look deep inside
Imagination and belief is what keeps the faeries alive.
#2 The Faerie Kingdom
Theres one place in the whole wide world where i would like to go
Where everyone is happy and no one is alone
A place where every color of the rainbow will reside
A place where your imagination tends to come alive
A place thats filled with music and bells of different kinds
A place where what you wish for you will always find
A place that's like no other, come inside and you'll see
The faerie kingdom is the only place that i would want to be !
#3 If You Saw A Faerie
If you ever saw a faerie, to her what would you say ?
Would you ask her how her day was and then be on your way ?
Would you ask her to dance for you and sing a long a tune ?
Would you stay and play with her all day until you saw the moon ?
Would you sit quietly under the tree and watch, not say a word ?
Would you lie beneath her little being, watch her flutter like a bird ?
Would you hold hands and dance together and run around all day ?
For faeries like to sing and dance and also like to play
Would you ask her for her magick and where she got her wings ?
Would you play some magick songs and together would you sing ?
If you ever saw a fearie would you know what to say ?
Just say that you believe in her and watch her fly away.
I hope you like them as much as I liked writing them.
Thanks
**Betty** - *Pictures by Molly Brett
- (images enlarge when clicked)
I read this lovely story in our local paper and thought you might enjoy it:
Once upon a time there was a good old woman who lived in a little house.
She had, in her garden, a bed of beautiful striped tulips.
One night she was awakened by the sounds of sweet singing and of babies
laughing. She looked out at the window. The sounds seemed to come from the
tulip bed, but she could see nothing.
The next morning she walked among her flowers, but there were no signs of
any one having been there the night before.
On the following night she was again wakened by the sweet sounds of
singing and babies laughing. She rose and stole softly through her garden.
The moon was shining brightly on the tulip bed, and the flowers were
swaying to and fro. The old woman looked closely and she saw, standing by
each tulip, a little Faerie mother who was crooning and rocking the flower
like a cradle, while in each tulip-cup lay a little Faerie baby laughing and playing.
The good old woman stole quietly back to her house, and from that time on
she never picked a tulip, nor did she allow her neighbours to touch the flowers.
The tulips grew daily brighter in colour, and larger in size, and they
gave out a delicious perfume like that of roses. They began, too, to bloom
all the year round. And every night the little Faerie mothers caressed
their babies and rocked them to sleep in the flower-cups.
The day came, as it must for everyone, when the good old woman died. The
tulip bed was torn up by folks, who did not know about the faeries, and
they planted parsley there, instead.
But the parsley withered, and so did all the other plants in the garden,
and from that time nothing would grow there.
But the good old woman's grave grew beautiful, for the Faeries sang above
it, and kept it green; while on the grave, and all around it, there sprang
up tulips, violets, daffodils, and other lovely flowers of Spring.
Hope you enjoyed the story, and that the faeries always sing wherever you are.
Love, Cindy cindynolt@crazedanddazed.com- *Picture by Cicely M. Barker
- (enlarge image by clicking on it)
BY ELIZABETH IZZY5400@AOL.COM
FAIRY DREAMS
In the night,
I visit your wonderland.
The dew, covers velvet green ground.
The sweet fragrance of wildflowers
are in the distance,
I taste the mist in the air,
I await the sound of your
fluttering wings,
the echoes of piper's music,
and the dance of light swirling
from pedal, to pedal.
With in the shadows,
you peer at me,
I return your gaze,
yet you shy away.
A twinkle in the sky,
cast a spell upon me.
You take my breath away
and make my heart sing.
My senses grasp the image of you,
I see only a glimpse,
but, your beauty is overwhelming,
and your touch is everlasting.
Within our secret place,
deep into your mystic garden,
you'll appear to me as if just a dream,
a magical fairy, that lingers within the moonlight...
- Picture by artist Edward Robert Hughs,
- Midsummer's Night Eve (click image to enlarge)
- The Faery Dance
AS the drums pulse out the beat,
Fairy feet begin to stamp around the bonfire's heat.
Merry laughter from Elven throats sing out in the darkness close.
Flutes and pipes begin to play,
Their sweet crisp call sounding out,
Thier magic singing in the ears of those that hear,
to dance and laugh and be gay.
The flames of the fire leap higher and higher!
The pipes trill and the elves thrill!
Sidhe hands join those of the elves,
Song bursting from their throats.
The magic of the Dance reaches out to mortals near,
Forcing them to strain and hear.
The Power weaves in and out their ears,
Casting out all their fears.
Dropping all that they do, they walk ensorcelled,
Seeking the Gathering so that they may dance too.
The sound that issues from Sidhe throats - bewytche all who heed the melodious call.
Somewhere a cock crows, breaking the sweet spell on the mortals - of which the wytches of the Sidhe had hold.
The nocturnal Sidhe float off into the Dawn,
Their jet and silver hair waving in the wind,
A promise to the elves that the Faery Dance will not end.
M. Keeton LOrdMage@aol.com
*Picture by by Molly Brett- (click on image to enlarge)
