"faes" poems
There's a fae
Who lives in a fern.
Her wings so little,
Her feet so kittle.
She was a tease,
But certainly not the least.
She flits through the grass,
With a skimpy dress of brass.
She hides in the shrub,
And offers a defiant shrug.
Her whistles beckons to the birds,
Even the goblins dare leave their beds.
Her step on petals are of light springs,
Even with hair tied in ribbon strings.
Mischievous little thing she was
Other wary faes ought to pause.
So carefree she treads,
Even mama could not knot her in a thread.
Most often, mama warns and shoos
Always, she'd never heed but coos.
One moon-ful night,
When she forgot her plight,
Into the sky, unwarily she soars,
And ends up torn in the bellies of owls.
With all her strenght did she beat
But the night birds had had their bits!
A mournful dirge for a fae no bigger than a wasp,
But who ends up dying with a gasp!
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Enchant me
Beguile me
Take me to a place no man has ever been
Take me away on a magic carpet ride
Show me the world
Be my prince
Take me into a land of faes and fairy wonders
Take me away...
And I will never come back
Take me to the second star to the right...
Make me a princess
Enchant this damsel in distress
You heroic knight in shining armour
Give me your handkerchief and recite a poem for me
Pick up my glass slipper in distress as I run from the ball to my pumpkin carriage
Take me away to wonderland
And lead me on trails I can never find again
Crown me Princess of Narnia
Lead me into a wardrobe of wanders
Enchant me
Beguile me
Take me away...
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
under these ocean waves
sheltered from apollo’s rays
old neptune’s tower lays
with travertine and marbled glaze
and filled to brim with tiny faes
the twilight crawls with little haste
to bring a night that lasts for days
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Night time steps in
And your presence stretches out
From my head to my bed.
As I spin the wheel for me
And for the world,
I pull together your fragments.
To rediscover, to refine pieces of you.
Morning snatches you away from me,
Dissipating your image to the sunlight.
Yet, it cannot dissolute the saccharine cravings
Or the savory memories from your embrace.
But I worry not, for I recognize
Even the microcosm of imprints left behind.
I can trace your hairline
Out in the arms, head or face
Of a passenger in the bus or train.
It was no wonder where to find you.
You were no stranger to my senses.
I can draw out your eyes
From stones of garnet or granite.
I can hear your heartbeat, your laughter from Irish violins
And Spanish guitars are your private echoes, your fondling whispers.
I can split the distinct outline of your smell
From cinnamon, vanilla and caramel;
Or figure the blueprint of your flavor
Out of morning dew or spring rain.
Tales of heroes from novels or poetry
Are narratives where I retrieve
How safe it felt to be with you.
I only ache for you in every fraction of my reverie,
The incessant reminder of my liquefied reality.
And in the evening you won’t get lost,
For I am all aglow, pointing you home.
Only in your hands
I can submit without dread
And you’re the sole being that knows
The second color of my eyes,
My fingers that memorize every hair trail
On your jaw line, chest and arms.
Your body is just attuned to my secret dance,
Breaking and making the iridescence of dreams.
Only you can read the symbols crowning my head
And kiss me like eternity is born from world’s death.
Earthbound spirits envy this romance of ours,
As Faes bless this furtive union.
So please don’t be far too long,
For even time and distance my dear
Are painful pleasures to my soul,
My addictive links to you.
I await your return tremendously, my lover.
Hold me still and play our song to sleep.
Don’t need to know if you’re my own design,
Or a pattern I recreated.
As long as we remember
What binds us together.
In the shadows of the day
And in the glimmer of the night.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 12:47 AM UTC