When sky of night
is deep lush velvet blue
and ribbons of pale cotton cloud do play
over silver radiance of moon,
then.......
. .........I look to the faeries dancing,
. through the myste on the meadow greene,
. in their sleek befeathered hats .. and win-ged slippers fine.
. How deft they frolic upon tip of toe into a slide of motion,
. a murmuration, of such grace-ful syn-capation.
. All to the trill of a piper's whistle, as multi faceted wings,
. in romance to the light of moon, cast a myriad of rythmic
. rainbow reflected jewels upon.....
. the mystey meadow greene.
An owlish hoot then breaks the night
distracting line of sight
and turning back
for my eyes delight
gone is that faerie craic
. ........Now if upon a one-night such,
. as i described for thee,
. thou catchest sight of such faerie joy
. ignore that damned owl in it's tree.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Craic (pron crack) is the irish word for gossip, chatter and suchlike.
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Olde worlde fairey fun. Got me in.
Owls, supposedly wise, can be a pain in the buttocks at times....might be a moral there somewhere....
Dave
It was an owl invented something that has saved more airmen's lives than any one else. Of course the have to bale out near a church so they can be assured to get a 'parish hoot'.... OMG that was bad.
Now It's my turn to hint at the need for clarification, Dusk 🙂
Dave
parish-hoot ... sounds like parachute. In UK each churches geographic catchment area is known as a parish.... hoot - noise made by most owls in UK
sorry mate was a bad joke
Not if I've learnt something as a result. Most of my jokes are bad anyway.
Those faeries dancing can bring such delight to us all but if we look away they are gone.
Andy
Precisely. But they're there you know.
They surely are.
Good write Dusk.
What an excellent thing to say Orchidee. Thank you so much.
Well, all is 'fine' all round then! lol.
Ha ha - - a murmuration of frolicking faeries - not that is sight to behold my friend. Love the tin whistle and am smiling big here.
Pleased to read this made you smile my friend..... do you have owls?
Owls in the nearby woods and great to hear them in season dear Dusk but I do not keep anything bigger than a few quails as pets on my bit of garden.
How delightful. I hadn't realised you kept animals beside your cute pooch.
'All to the trill of a piper's whistle, as multi faceted wings,
. in romance to the light of moon, cast a myriad of rythmic
. rainbow reflected jewels upon.....
. the mystey meadow greene.'
brilliantly vivid, a great read my friend
Thank you very much. So many frolics in my mind whilst we are all on lockdown.
this is nothing less than magick .. and in my book .. a whole lot more ....
Oh i used to follow her cookery course Madge Ickk. She must have had a magic cooker cos my stuff never turned out like hers. Glad u enjoyed it.
The "Watcher at the gates" can be ruthless.
Love the poem.
And an owl can be a killjoy..... esp if you are a nocturnal rodent (said he, preening his whiskers).
Great poem, d a! In Hawaii we don't have faeries, but we have Menehune!
These are little people who live in the forest. Never saw one though!
Never heard of them before your mention. So i went to google for some images.... very strange looking beasties. Quite different to our faeries ..see:- https://rayhemachandra.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/good-faeries.jpg
I only see these in my minds eye.
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