Tag: Faeries

Inspiration

Inspiration Irritates

Inspiration irritates me

in the long thin hours of dark

When the witches bewitch

and the devils bedevil

and the faeries flutter

in gold and silver streaks

accross the starry woods.

The pixies light their lamps

among the black and blue trees

The mermaids sing their song

to the hushing moonlit tide

on a faraway shore

The white horses sparkle

silver in the starlight

The unicorn awakens from slumber

in the most sacredly secret

most deeply distant

most mysteriously magic

part of the woods

He awakens slowly sleepy

among the oldest and ancient roots

of the fig tree

Shakes from his body the dew

He must be up and about by three

He lifts his head and opens his wise wide eyes

and inspiration irritates me

Tugging and teasing my mind

in the long thin hours of dark

the most magical of times.

Fragment – God’s Grain –

Sleep is hard to obtain.

The night is bright

with a moon that silvers my curtains.

But I think of other beauty.

Of things to be

and things that might be.

My answer

Her reply

always she replies.

Never she answers.

Never I ask.

Perhaps she thinks of me.

Perhaps not.

*

Galaxies swirl

stirred by God’s finger.

A planet soup

and he gives me a small want.

For her.

For the fragile hand

that I may squeeze too hard.

How I wish to spoil her

Giving much

not expecting much.

I wish for only

a small measure of love.

To have her consent.

*

She moves as a faerie

in the mist.

A sprite

in mischief.

A nymph

in the woods.

*

I move heavily

Big

an imposter in the forest

and mist.

Yes

clumsy.

I wish not to force her

merely to suggest

Maybe we will dance.

The Annihilation – 2nd Chronicle

The Annihilation 1 Autumn makes her cautious arrival

and with her

swift destruction.

Beings blind of simple beauty

crush the forest

under great slabs of cold stone.

Faeries flee to unknown depths

and cold blue-black places.

Pixies dash for safety.

All seek refuge elsewhere.

*

Ice days arrive and

I fear the desolation of clover grovesThe Annihilation 2

will remain unblessed with freshness.

I flee and seek refuge

elsewhere

as the pixies have.

*

And in the stagnant air of winter

when sadness

and longing for companionship is most

and past ages and warmth seem eternally exiled

I return to the desolation of the clover forests

with a silence and a cloak around me.

Wishing for a hint of what was.

*

Among the slabs

I see new fresh

leaves of three.

New trees grow

in tiny huddled green ponds

peering out at the land.

Among the brown is green

and in the stillness of winter’s eve

I see icy sunlight

and even sharper shade.

But in the shadows

peers a hope of forests

when the ponds will join.

The faeries will come

and the pixies and dwarves.

All join in the rebirth.

*

And my mind will once more

have a place to slumber

unhurried.

I will hear the distant water and play

with the little ones

in the cool

green shadows

under the four-leaved trees

in summer’s heat.