The Little Folk flit from sight, from where the sunlight gleams
On forest paths, too open to the day,
To secret vales, like half-remembered dreams,
Where ancient oak and tangled ivy sway.
Beneath the roots of timeless, gnarled old trees,
That wear the moss of ages on their bark,
They weave their homes with skill, unheeding breeze,
And light their lamps when all the world grows dark.
In cups of foxglove, purple, deep, and grand,
Or bell-shaped blooms that nod upon the stem,
They find their chambers in the enchanted land,
A tiny world, a sparkling, hidden gem.
Behind the waterfall, where mists arise,
And rainbows gleam in spray of diamond light,
A crystal cave, unseen by human eyes,
Holds courts unseen throughout the day and night.
Absolutely beautiful Isadora x A pure pleasure to read *****
So beautiful with flying imagery! Lovely rhythm and so very imaginary! Thank you for exhibiting this half remembered dream! Love it!
Such beauty and heart of the fairy world painted into light! .. Awesome! .. Millions of 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++
Superb! .. Such a truly Fantastic and fascinating write! ..
A well crafted and executed imaginative write embellished with great rhyme, rhythm and poetic expressions. Top Marks!
A very engaging and lovely poem so wonderfully crafted. The stunning and abounding images take me to that one of a kind place: enchanted land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a extremely beautiful, eloquent, and inventive poem! Brilliant imagery and dazzling scenes portrayed! Your poetry sings like the Faery-songs of ancient days long ago! Please write more to your Fairy series! Many thanks for this beautiful write!