tree fairy
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She disappeared beyond the tree
But just before that I could see
Her golden waves down to her knee
And gauzy wings with which to flee
A sparkling crown upon her head
This queen of fairies gone to bed
She'd woven tales of silken thread
For flower friends before she fled
The warming sun had gone to sleep
Allowing moon and stars to peep
From deep blue heavens gazing deep
On woodland creatures counting sheep
The fairy queen had blessed them all
The living things, upon nightfall
Both creatures great, and creatures small
Bid queen farewell to fairy call
She disappeared beyond the tree
But just before that I did see
Her golden waves down to her knee
And gauzy wings, which set her free
Susan Bolstad (c) 10 April 2002 |
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August Visitor
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albi
Copyright 2000
The fairy was just there
sitting on one of the milkweed leaves.
He'd expected a chrysalis
circled with impossibly gold dots in rings
or a green striped caterpillar
resting between munching
on the same green leaves,
but saw a little female figure
with shimmering blue-green skin
and translucent gossamer wings
folded down her back
and to one side.
"Gossamer"
The word permeated his mind
which seemed a strange time
for it to happen,
but not many things, in this world,
were "gossamer"
except
spider webs
on the tops of hedges
jeweled with morning dew
at every thread intersection
or the wings of a dragon fly
as it clings on its perch
in the summer sun.
But he focused again,
and the fairy wasn't a dragon fly.
Suddenly she realized she was being watched.
A subtle tension waved across her body
and her wings stiffened very slightly.
Yet the sadness could be seen
beneath the fear
that took over her face.
So he didn't budge a muscle
save in his eyes
which twinkled.
She gazed back,
took a long slow breath,
then simultaneously
she melted into a smile
that passed a glimmer behind his.
This moment stretched for one tick of the sun.
Then, suddenly, she was gone
leaving him one bouncing leaf
in the still day
and a fragment of a memory
that he might have seen her launch
up
and then away.
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Dance of the Firelight Fairies
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The flickering firelight causes shadows to dance
Like translucent beings dancing with joy
To the sound of crackling logs they glance
Across the dreamscape of walls like limber toys
I could watch their ever-changing shapes for hours
While listening to the fire’s serenade
So soothing to my soul like the smell of fresh flowers
The shadows continue their nighttime charade
I fall asleep during the dance of the firelight fairies
Waking up some hours later to sunlight through my window
Knowing they will be back another night making merry
Jumping and dancing every which way they will go
David M DuBurk
Copyright
July 28, 2001
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~*~PASSION FLOWER~*~
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SPREAD YOUR PETALS-
REACH OUT WIDE.
RELEASE THE CHILD-LIKE FAIRY,
THAT SLEEPS INSIDE.
EACH BLOSSOM HOLDS
A GLORIOUS TREASURE.
A FAIRY OF LOVE,
LASTING PLEASURE.
FAIRIES ARE BORN IN
PASSION FLOWERS.
THEY OFFER LOVE,
THAT WILL NOT SOUR.
WHEN YOU SEE A
PASSION FLOWER BLOOM,
STAND BACK IN AWE,
INSTEAD OF GLOOM.
Copyright 2000
8-23-00
Teresa M. Engelking
Title By: -NightCry-
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Rising Star
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A glimpse of the sky
as the moon rises high
draws your eyes up so far
to look upon the moon's love,
the Rising Star.
How she dances beside him
his sparkling gem
and he gives off his night glow
so his love she will know.
Fairies' wings flutter so fast in the night
and the sound of their laughing,
such a delight.
Dancing in circles underneath their new friend
a new circle of love will soon begin.
Oh, Rising Star as you dance to him
and your fiery heart, sparkles, his gem,
the light from above magnifies in the night
and brightens the sky, the fairies' delight.
-NightCry- 8/16/00
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Fairy In A Bottle
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You have no idea what you have done
Or how I spark an dsizzle like
Tinkerbell in a rainstorm
I am dancing in the moonight
Where you intrude into the glen
You cannot be here with me
Breaking all the rules
Of human and fair alike
This is not your world
I have not asked you in.
You will not leave
I will not follow
There is nothing left for you to do
But scoop me up into your vessel
Slip me into your pocket
And carry me away
While I beat my wings in frustration
Against the glass.
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The founders and members of JumpingStones greatly appreciate the
beautiful depictions of fairies that Tom Cross has so graciously allowed
us to post on this page.
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