"fays" poems
The Magical Date
Last nite was a celebration!
And before it all begun
He held me by my hand so close
We were off to leprechaun land!
The naughty elf with his impish pranks
His sinful teases and wanton ways
His playful gestures, fractious delights
He rushed me off to his wilful fays
We found ourselves in a Keatsian bower
In 'embalmed darkness', 'mong 'white hawthorns'
It was fragrant with the jasmine veils
That covered the roof of rosy thorns
we laughed and sang old happy numbers
we talked our hearts out gleefully
After aeons of blue moon we'd finally met
A magical date it had to be!
And so when i looked up to his eyes
It held mine in a purple gaze
In a trice of a second he was off with me
Speeding through the verduous maze
Help! i cried but held on tight
Our windswept hair, our amorous plight
His fervour, vigor, force and power
Was all i felt that wondrous night
Elf or gnome, genie or sprite
A naughty brownie or the nisse vampire
Bogie, goblin, fairy, nymph
He carried me through the forests dire...
So just wen I can close my eyes
Just when i feel im missing him
He's there as he says hes there with me
Off we go into the woodlands dim
We dance a waltz, a salsa true
A foxtrot, a ballet in embrace tight
In white moonshine, in purple rain
When dewdrops catch the morning light.
And then again with every dawn
The magic wanes, the elf resigns
To mossy groves and sylvan lands
And the elfin grottos of my mind.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
Doubt no more that Oberon—
Never doubt that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran
After nymphs in a dark forest,
In the merry, credulous days,—
Lived, and led a fairy band
Over the indulgent land!
Ah, for in this dourest, sorest
Age man’s eye has looked upon,
Death to fauns and death to fays,
Still the dog-wood dares to raise—
Healthy tree, with trunk and root—
Ivory bowls that bear no fruit,
And the starlings and the jays—
Birds that cannot even sing—
Dare to come again in spring!
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Call the young and call the grown
Spectres from an early home
Let each memory unfurl;
Each one that was once my own
Fays that only knew my name
Nestled as before they came
Sprites that tap and talk and twirl
Somehow different and the same
Through the shutters, through the skies
Isolated streams and tries
Capped and callow, summer girl,
Always hated long goodbyes.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Harken groans that
dwell beneath
Smell the fragrance
of her tomb
I left there a
bloom of dew
Light me please a
path to dead
Hollow are the
years herein
Since she left a
wail for tune
Seals do chant the
lament's rhymes
Foggy days are
now live in
Gulfs and shores the
phantom's lair
Groves are emptied
fays have gone
Nature strolls in
grief alone
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Let me go to
her again
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
The lives we cross unknowing
The green-grass paths they wayfare,
Fables of fays and fiends unspoken
Truths belonging to entities of matter,
Flesh bones a body, rhythmed by breath
A heartbeat, pumps red juices carrying
Cleansing oxygen through tireless veins
To a brain, synapses creating thoughts
Interpreting, nervous sensations only
Tempered by hormonal roller coasters
As we defy, the mystic and attempt
To make sense of our existence beyond
The astonishing complex husk leisurely,
Deteriorating in time as we blow on candles
Grasping indeed there is far more inside,
A microcosm endeavouring to reconcile
With an all-pervasive Universe encompassing
As stars fall before our eyes, chronic sunrise,
Twirling incessantly without ever feeling
Dizzy, dazed by questions sparkling intuitively
As we struggle with the limits of earthly
Confinement, the green-grass paths we wayfare,
Health impediments, mental distortions,
Quarrelling with our fellow adventurers
Our frustrations, neglecting to acknowledge
The fays lifting us up whilst unpredictable
Fiends bid to crush when unexpectedly
Unfathomable interior strength unites
Us through experience a succession
Of collective errors misinterpretations
Aware however that we will endure,
Evolve to reach our highest potentials
For a unique welfare granted to all
Creatures, as we set course into the vastness
Of bewilderment, inexplicable space,
Omnific unfurling home to humanity
And all the breaths within.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Where the beyond lays
There are the winter fays
Gusting up the wind
Making the trees thin
This is a magical place
It is also a big race.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
Magic arboreal lights suffuse
amid the fertile underwood,
sheltered by rebirthing leaves
on the tall tree branches of a secret
forest, after the white cold carpet
of pale snow gives way to nature’s
awakening, from wintry lethargy
when plants and flowers rise
to blossom, green pastures offer
fertility to the somnolent hungry
inhabitants, as marvelled they gaze
in wonder fault of an archaic ingenuity
before, what are unknown to humans
as fireflies. To date all still ignore
the prodigies and riddles they carry,
their beguiling looks and doings,
for they shine to hide from incredulous eyes
omitting they are the ones who ring
the bells of spring’s return. Minute
enchanting creatures of sapphire silk
hair dressed in aquamarine
satin and lace, fays bearing
the magical lanterns of life.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Fay has gone.
I'd seen her
go away
yesterday.
Fays' gone off
with her mum,
my mother
informed me
this morning.
I had known;
Fay told me
weeks ago
that she may
be going.
I wander
the bomb sites
foot tracing
where we'd walked
together;
thinking of
the last time
we had walked
the South Bank.
That last kiss
on our lips,
on the stairs
of the flats
in between
the two homes,
hers and mine.
Her old man
glared at me
this morning
as I walked
down the stairs,
but he not
knowing that
I knew things
why they left.
I stand still
gazing out
at the road
and traffic
passing by,
wondering
where she was
and if she'd
write to me
as she said
that he would,
if she could.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
I catch a glimpse of it the first time very unexpectedly.
Something distracts me from your shiny smile and i only notice a small little sparkle.
I watch you when you are beaten down and i see you struggle, but i never see you pull it out.
It is lodged quite deep, i see it one day when you're asleep, not vulnerable. You're just yourself when you're asleep.
One day i get a hold of it somehow. I know it hurts you, i ask if i should pull it out. You say it's not time yet. I ask you why. You tell me that the wound is still fresh. I frown, let me make it better, I say. 'You are.'
Over time, I feel it loosening up. When you get the good shivers while i stroke your neck, i watch it almost slide off. You don't notice it because I think you don't want to.
A few days later i see you watching your back in the mirror. The knife is gone. You smile a weak smile. You're about to say something but you stop, i know what it is. You would have said 'i weirdly miss it'. You keep it on the bedside a few days. It doesn't sit right with me, but it has to be done, for you.
A few fays later you drive me far away, we find a corner and bury it. We watch the last of it- steel, covered in blood, glint for the last time as we cover it with the last bit of earth.
You hold my hand tightly. We come home in silence. You cover me in a protective way. I tell you I'm sorry you went through that and i sob. You stroke my neck, in a way that gives me the good shivers. You tell me you wanted to do this for so long. But as much as it was hurting, you wished for it to be that way. You had to carry the pain till it became dull otherwise, you said, the **** already had a sharp knife i didn't want to make it deeper by holding a grudge. Why should i suffer alone, i used to think, you said.
But you look at me and say i think all a wound needs is some time to heal and some kindness. You say this is forgiveness, thanks for letting me discover it, i realise that what hurt me had to be discarded.
Pain internalised is grief accomodated.
You trail a dimpled finger down my spine and poke at a tender spot, i wince, looks like i stopped at the right time you say.
Mar 25, 2024
Mar 25, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC