And so I stand by the Fairy Tree
Frosted grass beneath my feet
Crunching crisp between my toes
That curl and curl as the hours grow
Afraid to pluck red berries bright
Or snap a twig should the Sídhe arise
So I make a wish and in return
A dab of butter, soft and warm
I'll come again tomorrow morning
O'er frostbit hills, mid shepherd's warning
And with foggy breath, I'll ask a favour
If only they'd listen and send a saviour
Uplifted roots; bark all broken
The berries gone; the door unopened
They lay down to sleep; no intervention
And my heart grew strong of its own intention
Curl and curl as the hours grow
Crunching crisp between your toes
The frosted grass beneath your feet
If you await a wish from the Fairy Tree
April 2024
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
And so I stand by the Fairy Tree
Frosted grass beneath my feet
Crunching crisp between my toes
That curl and curl as the hours grow
Afraid to pluck red berries bright
Or snap a twig should the Sídhe arise
So I make a wish and in return
A dab of butter, soft and warm
I'll come again tomorrow morning
O'er frostbit hills, mid shepherd's warning
And with foggy breath, I'll ask a favour
If only they'd listen and send a saviour
Uplifted roots; bark all broken
The berries gone; the door unopened
They lay down to sleep; no intervention
And my heart grew strong of its own intention
Curl and curl as the hours grow
Crunching crisp between your toes
The frosted grass beneath your feet
If you await a wish from the Fairy Tree
April 2024
In Celtic mythology, certain trees are thought to be portals to the underworld - the land of the Sídhe (pronounced ‘shee’). They are generally referred to as ‘Fairy Trees,’ and are usually hawthorn. The term ‘fairy’ in Celtic mythology does not mean a small creature with wings who lives at the bottom of your garden, rather a human-like individual with magical powers, a Demi-God. It is still common practice to leave offerings at these trees in return for a wish.
