winter has stopped rattling the glass
and spring has arrived, tentative in an
uncertain green, touching down
and taking off again . . . peripatetic
night falls with a chill wind, hugs a tree
and the fairy who lives in the moon pens
ghost stories of Earth as she might be
© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved Illustration via Wikipedia: A fairy girl (by illustrator Cora M. Norman), seen at the end of “The Cloud Fairies” in Ernest Vincent Wright’s The Wonderful Fairies of the Sun.
i love this, there is a whole world in there and I want to be there, thank you for sharing this and i hope you have a lovely weekend x
Thank you, Kezia. Lovely weekend to you too.
Yes, this is about “Fickle Spring” but I think your title is better. The fairy in the moon who has so much power over the hearth, leaves me with a sense of hope. I didn’t remember this poem when I responded to you, probably because “fickle spring” has an irritating ring for me at this moment.
Oh, I love “fickle spring,” not only for its lilt but because – at least this year – it is so true.
“…and the fairy who lives in the moon pens
ghost stories of Earth as she might be.”
What we should all be doing! Thank you for the inspiration, Jamie.
Sounds like you have something along these lines in mind. Look forward to it. Thanks, Naomi.
Delightful. Just like spring
Delightful….just like spring
Glad you enjoyed, Gretchen. 🙂