Re: Poetry please.
Here's one for a cold winter's night. One of a few I wrote to accompany a book fairy art.
Jack
Ding Dong bells and green holly bowers,
Twinkling stars in midnight hours,
Mistletoe wings with berries of white,
Scarcely noticed, this cold, fairy night.
Changing of season, changes of dress,
Summer has gone, pastel shades less,
Wavy edged wings like skeleton leaves,
Long gowns of gauze hide them in trees.
Goblins and Elves and Pixies and Gnomes,
Poke their heads out of their quaint little homes.
The man in the moon smiles down with a grin,
Peeping through trees, calls "Anyone In?"
Babbling brooks now silenced and still,
Jack cast his frost from the top of the hill,
An old fishing gnome is frozen like stone,
Rod in his hand, he sits all alone.
Heads that get cold at the drop of a hat,
Are covered with feathers from Grandma's old mat.
Spidery webs getting tangled in hair,
Icicle winds freeze the damp in the air.
Then dancing along on the pathway tonight,
Come four Forest Fairies and a wee Sprite.
Carrying lanterns with comforting glow,
To hide from the cold, they know where to go.
A hush once again has returned to the woods,
Winter is here, snowmen in hoods,
No whispering words from folk underground,
And there they will stay, ‘til spring comes around.
Royce ©Oct.2007