Monday, 20 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border) she of the newly published book.  You can find her in my side bar.  Jenny O joined in (Procrastinating Donkey also in my sidebar) and so did I.  We could use more joiners.  It’s fun. 
Each week Diane provides us with a theme which we can use or not….
This week the theme is ‘light’.

Day light
Star light
Evening light
The best light
Is faerie light.
It was a dream
A filmy thing
Of a darkened woodland glen
Alight with the glow of fireflies.
Imagine what happened then.
In my dream I saw her there,
A tiny thing with flowing hair.
The fireflies surround her there
And light her silver hair.
She brings me wine in a faeries thimble,
And cake on a ladybugs wing.
I closed my eyes to hear her voice
When the faeries began to sing.
They sang of creatures I knew not,
Their voices rising higher
And creatures from the darkened wood
Drew nigh, and ever nigher.
No need to fear;
Her silken voice
Flowed like butterscotch.
Then I awoke.
The light it broke,
And lit the darkened corners.
No longer in the woods was I
But back in my lonely bed.
I held my aching head.
Faerie wine and bright sunlight…….

I wished that I were dead.


  1. The wine will get you every time, Delores!! I love the imagery.

  2. Bwahahaha! Yeah. Fairy wine will get you every time! Beautifully done!

  3. Very well written.
    Loved this.

    All the best Jan

  4. Always beware the wine, faerie or not.

  5. A wonderful piece. Makes me think of home in the backwoods of North Carolina. There's something magical about chasing fireflies through the darkness of the failing light.

  6. Thanks folks. Kind words from all of you as usual. One of these days someone is going to tell me 'this stinks' lol.


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