The leaves open their hands widely and tiny little fairies float out
full of shimmer and grace
Give them milk and honey cakes then watch them shine like a silver moon,
with a nascent happy face
Little elves no bigger then my thumb, with keen sense of smell and hearing
frolicking about
Leaping and bouncing with joy while the forest hums, impearled with magic
and clout
Pixies so small no higher then the human knee, aqua droplets
spritely dismembering aglow
like opulent diamonds in the snow, they glitter and leave happiness
wherever they go
Free your mind of old ways and join the newbies of the magical forest of old
watch the harmonica sky ripple a tune out for leaves all etched in gold
Fetch me my potions , fiction must reign here ,
in the Kingdom of Tublerose-bellaseer
I beg to differ. All of the magical things that you describe are not new. They are very old. Some even come down from ancient literature having been passed down from generation to generation by word-of-mouth before there was writing.
There is nothing new under the sun. Your poetry is made up of borrowed information from the ages.
This would make a cute animation for children Vienna. When I was growing up, fantasy had a pivotal role in my creative development for some years. Edgar Rice Burroughs - Tarzan, and the Pellucidar series, J.R.R. Tolkien - the Lord of the Rings, C.S. Lewis - The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, were some of the works that helped form me. Enjoyed the imagery. Thanks. r
This exceptional book, Celebrating the Gift of Being Alive, has the perfect thoughts and words for birthdays, graduations, engagements, marriages, and any life celebration or family tradition.
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There is nothing new under the sun. Your poetry is made up of borrowed information from the ages.
Ron