#faries
She was a parasite
A pumpkin-head
A fire breathing squall.
When the birds came
She screamed her curse:
I’ll ***** an eyelash
Timelapse
Into the desert blue.
Then so the birds
Flew back to their eerie
To wait another day
In the desert blue without a coo.
And while they’d wait
She’d spill her pumpkin head
All over her cloudy domain.
And the birds cried out
“Mab oh Mab!
End this mortal curse
And stop the Timelapse!”
Parasite Girl
Now Paradise Girl
Blessed of the birds.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
Chasing fallen Aspen trees
Screaming out into the breeze
Running, running, can’t catch me
Out here in the Ashen trees
Ashes of the Aspen trees
Burnt down beauty,
No matter to me
If you call out
They’ll answer thee
Fairies once in Aspen trees
Falling, falling,
Fallen leaves
Spinning off along the breeze
Spiraling onto the ground
Make sure not to make a sound
Summon spirits in the trees
Reach your hand out to thee
A touch of faith,
It’s time to leave
The Fairies’ dying Aspen Trees
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
The honeybee delights in her perch
Crooning ageless songs to the tussore silk petals
A low thrum in the sweet saffron ****
A brush of honey around her entrance
She is the fae
Moth, too
Stumbling to reach the pendulous light in a drunken merriment
Dancing shadows over dry walls
A thin imitation of butterfly
Who is fae, too
Centipede and silverfish
Body full of a thousand darting eyes
Cautious, careful, carried
On the tips of toddler's fingers
Crawling, cradled
In the impregnable hands of a careless child
Wingbeats like a dreary applause
In the dew-soaked trellis
The labyrinth of gossamer thread
Arachne is prideful.
Escape, escape,
There is a minute sound of a spider weeping
Dry, Like sand through an hourglass
As she wraps the children in viscid cloth
Drier still are the ghosts crackling as tiny feet
Navigate the cicada grave
Skin grows tighter and tighter
Summer is over now
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
Yes, it is true
I once believed that I loved you
Just as I once believed in faries
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
“Yes”, she said.
Braced fast, I stood.
My face did then bloom red
And I trembled ‘neath my hood.
Reeling free of constraint,
Rapt in shock, my mind
Searched for words valiant,
An ardent echo to find.
But shaking visibly o’ertook me
And nonchalance took flight.
My devoted flame took pity,
Her empathetic smile came to light.
“My love”, she whispered.
“My heart!” I urged.
Our hot blood blistered
As our fevered limbs merged.
The dark room spun around us
And moon-lit fairies showed their wings!
Our frenzied dance evinced no locus
In the celebration this night brings!
The vast distance of time I endured
Until this impetuous embrace befell
Has been unbearable and belabored;
All my hope had drained to Hell.
But all at once my life was liberated,
For tumbling down came her love!
I never believed I would feel this exhilarated,
Joined as one to her heart from above.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
in the desert, she waits
for what? no one knows
she has sand in her long brown hair
which sparkles on the setting sun’s rays
she wears a necklace of large white shells
and long flowing green robes
over her naked body
opening to show
two pale hairless legs
in the desert she paints
scenes from her brain
full of color and glitter
pouring a bit from the edges
of every person she has ever encountered
with pointed ears and gossamer wings
she wears a crown of sea ****
and ***** sleep at her feet
she listens, alone, as the ocean speaks
its vibrant blue waves a lullaby so sweet
her eyes are two clear crystals
reflecting the light
as sea gulls caw and mosquitoes buzz
she buries her toes in cold sand
and leans against the craggy worn rock
painting, silently, crying salt water tears
as her thin paper wings
lie in a tattered heap
ripped at the shoreline
getting ****** in by the ocean’s strong pull
disappearing into the froth of waves
while the sun’s bald head slips
into streamline
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
When I was young,
My ma would say:
"Beware the Sidhe
And Faerie Rings."
When I was young?
When I was young,
My ma would say:
"Bring tea and cakes
So they'll be gay."
When was I young?
When I was young,
My ma would say:
"They'll keep you safe,
Or take you 'way."
Am I human?
*"Alabaster!
I am Leannán.
This one whispered
To you, sweet boy."*
Alabaster?
*"Your name! Your name!
Your spirit i claimed.
A vow you made,
And now you've paid."*
With you I'll stay!
*"Among my folk?
Keep fast your yoke,
Or flesh will fade
And farewells bade."*
A song! A song!
*"Your song, my love,
You've sang it well,
And flowers laid
For our parade."*
When I was young,
My ma would say:
"Beware the Sidhe
And Faerie Rings."
When I was young,
My ma would say:
"Bring tea and cakes
So they'll be gay."
When i was young,
My ma would say:
"They'll keep you safe,
Or take you 'way."
*A Faerie Friend
Forever more.*
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Can you see? Can you see?!
Where the Faye roam free,
Where the earth and the sky are one in the night.
Can you see, can you see?
Where the Faries fly free,
And dance in the light of the moon shining bright.
Can you hear? Can you hear?!
The laughter of the lutes,and the songs of the Stars.
As they pull you to their world, too enchanted to run.
Can you hear, Can you hear?
The songs of the Sirens trying to beguile,
And the tunes of the Naiads calling you to drown,
Into the depths of the water, of which they both ware the Crown.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC