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Oh, Those Fairies!










© 
2015 Shers Gallagher --ex-Renaissance Fairy 

Where dusty paths 
and rain-thirst clouds
leave grit in hair and teeth,
the fairies 
with their fluted bows
spring forth 
with fluttering feet.
Tipping and tapping,
they chortle with laughter
on wee frowny faces 
and each crooked smile they greet.
Catch them! Catch them! 
Each sparkle of light
that zips in flight,
leaving trails of delight
as the flit from tree to tree.

[Shers, aka Thimbleberry, Colorado Renaissance Fairy (c.1990s)]

Aisling Books 

Comments

  1. This is a fun poem. The harder consonants and the rhyme pattern give it this wonderful, rocky but bounding rhythm.

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  2. Lots of nice phrases here. I've never heard the word "brookle."

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  3. Strong imagery... Especially the thought and feel of "grit" in the "teeth"...

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  4. I love this:
    "they brookle their laughing
    on wee frowny faces"

    And that zinger of a closing line. I have to say, I can't help but replace "contrails" with "entrails" though. :)

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  5. Delightfully musical.

    This would have described the fire flies in the valley last night. I will think of your poem as I watch them tonight.

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  6. Like a giant standing in the domestic airspace !

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  7. They sure know how to live don't they!

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