My poem for day 21 of NaPoWriMo is about the lost world of the fae. We have reasoned so much magic out of the world in our search for the future. Maybe our lives are poorer for it.

Enjoy!

Faedreaming

I dreamed a dream of peaceful wood
All leafy and serene.
And through it flitted bygone folk
Soft footed through the green.

They came in every shape and size
And every sort of look.
From walking trees to balls of light
To women ‘neath a brook.

A fairy sipping from a bloom
Oh what a dainty sight.
Some gnomes were working on their house
To make the thatching tight.

A unicorn was grazing near
As satyr played his flute.
Across the glen a tree sprite sat
Astride a willow root.

A dwarf sat at his bench and worked
To craft an argent ring.
The other dwarves sat round a keg
To laugh and drink and sing.

All through the wood there were such sights
As varied as you wished.
In losing them we’ve lost so much
Our lives now diminished.

Cheers, Winston