Category: Fairy Poem

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 20

On By WinstonIn Embrace the Wild, Environment, Fairy Poem, NaPoWriMo, Nature, Poetry, The Old WaysLeave a comment

I love being in the woods. The sights, sounds and just the feeling I get there. For me, there are few things more relaxing. This poem is also about that.

Come Home To The Wild

A dappled light falls gently here,

Amid the forest green.

And there is peace here ‘neath the boughs,

Such as you’ve rarely seen.

A doe and fawn graze near a pool,

Where rushes gently sway.

The chirps and songs of unseen birds,

The music that we play.

A squirrel dashes up a tree,

Then out upon a limb.

From there leaps to another tree,

That’s how it keeps so slim.

There’s flowers there in jewel shades,

Within a clearing small,

And water splashes nearby from,

A little waterfall.

Now look and listen carefully,

My best beloved child.

Come to the wood and sit with me,

Connect back to the wild.

For you can’t love what you don’t know,

And nature needs you now.

To undo all the harm they’ve done,

It falls to you somehow.

Come sit beneath the shady tree,

And hear the raven’s cry.

Feel now the earth within your bones,

Hear summer breezes sigh.

There’s all of this and so much more,

Within my leafy glade.

It’s here for you to love and learn,

No need to be afraid.

Accept this peace down deep within,

Allow your mind to clear.

I am the spirit of the wood,

And you are welcome here.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 18

On By WinstonIn Fairy Poem, Fantasy, NaPoWriMo, Old Gods and Magic Folk, Poetry, The Old WaysLeave a comment

A little nod to my pagan friends. Enjoy!

Elder Gods and Magic Folk

Quite long ago, and longer still,

Before the world we know.

When mountains were the realm of Gods,

The Underworld below.

When fishermen threw back their best,

To make the storm abate.

And all knew there were magic folk,

Both terrible and great.

Then all the Gods and all the fae,

Would meddle constantly.

So we would sacrifice and pray,

And hope they’d hear our plea.

But slowly then and slowly still,

The old ways fade away.

But Gods and ancient magics dwell,

Still in the world today.

Religions tried to banish them,

Then scientists did too.

But ancient ones still find a way,

Despite all they would do.

Now croon the elder hymns to them,

Walk with a slower tread.

You can’t go wrong by leaving out,

A little milk and bread.

Sure science says there is no way,

For magic to be real.

The laws of physics not something,

Some old Gods can repeal.

Yet never has a dying man,

Called Einstein to his aid.

Nor asked to see a scientist,

Damnation to evade.

Old God’s and magic folk abound,

So old and older still.

They’ve always shared this world with us,

No doubt they always will.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Creativity Project

On By WinstonIn Fairy Poem, Fantasy, Personal Creativity Project,, Poetry, Uncategorized3 Comments

Well….. I’ve made it through NaPoWriMo with at least a few brain cells intact. Now that I’ve had a week to recharge the batteries, I’ve decided it’s time to remedy that. I’m going to seque into a new format. Instead of writing a poem every single day, I’m going to try and put up something creative two or three times a week. It may be a poem, or a drawing; a bit of short fiction or an essay on something of interest to me. Whatever it may be, the page will continue…

 

THE OLD WAYS

I take a little bread and milk,

And put it in a bowl.

I leave it for the little folk,

Who live beneath the knoll.

 

It’s best to always care for them,

For then they’ll care for you.

But if you don’t, you cannot guess,

Just what it is they’ll do.

 

If you should be out on the green,

And hear a piping song.

Or someone fiddling merrily,

You must not tarry long.

 

The little folk all love to dance,

They’re merry ’tis no lie.

If they ensnare you with their tunes,

You’ll dance until you die.

 

There is a hole a hidden way,

Which leads beneath the sod.

Where dwell the folk of legend still,

Safe from invading God.

 

I know you’ve heard of treasure there,

Such riches so they say.

But do not try to find that hoard,

I beg you stay away.

 

For all you’ll find is fairy dust,

Which gets into your mind.

‘Til you forget the real world.

Drift off leave all behind.

 

Now in the morning mist I see,

The long grass start to sway.

I know the ancient folk are out,

To start upon their day.

 

So honour them, these folk of yore,

Your offerings prepare.

For though you may not see or hear,

I swear they still are there.

 

The folk of legend, little folk,

Dwell still beneath the hill.

And dance and laugh and sing each night,

I pray they always will.

 

Cheers, Winston