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In My Country - S.K.Lindeman2015©NY USA

April 11th, 2015

I have never built

a career, my career

is trashed by the

same garbage

that strewns

the earth’s landscape,

thrown on

the floor of the subway,

in the gritty spring,

where the crocus

pops through

a plastic bag,

while the mother looks

on, with eyes of stone

and the old woman

next to me,

speaks loudly

pointing, “in my

country”,  she

breaks into

English,

sometimes

Spanish,

“we don’t drop

candy into our

children’s hands

and leave trash

on the floor,

in my country”,

while the eyes

of strangers

stare at the child

as

this crinkled, finely

made up woman,

is she going to church?

spews her dissent,

her disgust

at a little child,

and i, complicit, by

being seated next to

her,

try to tell her

in India they

throw trash

out of the train windows,

but today she is

swathed in rage, and

I start to shake

inside,

where the heart

cries

for

mercy.

 

 

 

© s.k. lindeman

Changeling Faces - S.K.Lindeman2015©NY USA

April 11th, 2015
Pretty pansies,
     pretty places
         yellow, purple,
             changeling faces.
Spring is changing
     winter’s glower
         for silver fairy’s
             golden flower.
                s.k. lindeman

Transformation - Dorothea Barth ©2015 Fallbrook CAL USA

February 24th, 2015

Rare siren fog entices
Inspires me to awaken
Immerse in woodland’s morning mist
Before by sun o’retaken
The dew spills forth the diamonds
Transforms this dry terrain
Brings magic to the morning
The faeries’ fond domain

 

Transformation
by Dorothea Barth ©2015

Standing Stones - Dorothea Barth ©2015 Fallbrook CAL USA

February 24th, 2015

Stonehenge in the chaparral
Peculiar confession
This gathering of silver stones
Delivers such impression

Wee echo of their giant kin
That stand across the ocean
Assembled by fleet faery friends
With similar devotion

 

Standing Stones
by Dorothea Barth ©2015

Twitsey Witsey - John Guinness-©2115 Kings Lynn Norfolk UK

January 8th, 2015

I’m just a wee little elf
With a wee little smile
I’ve been all around the world
Well at least half a mile
I may not be very big
I may not be very old
I may not be the strongest elf
But I’ve a heart of gold
My name is Twitsey Witsey
I’m a hundred and five years old
I live deep down in a burrow
Out of the rain and cold
And if you want to find me
This is where I’d be
In my cosy burrow
Under the old oak tree

John Guinness-©2015 Kings Lynn Norfolk UK

Dances - Dorothea Barth ©2015 Fallbrook CAL USA

January 8th, 2015

Gold leaves of the walnut tree
Swirl high above my head
Delighting elfin surfin’ folk
A farewell pirouette
 
The wind that fed their final dance
Has stilled, but in its place,
A sarabande of snowflakes
Enchants, anoints my face
Dances  by Dorothea Barth ©2015

Longing for Spring - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

January 8th, 2015

Take the dew drops from her eyes

As the dawn, so soft, embraces

In her bed, such sweet surprise

Encircled by white, queenly laces

.

Gently, gently she awakes

Stretching velvet toward the sun

Smallest shadows, these she makes

Investing in the morning fun

.

Tulips, tulips kiss the day

From their vantage, by the hedge

Near to them, not far away

Daffodils and iris pledge

.

Colorful abandon yields

Nectar for the senses, all

Perfumed grandeur from the fields

To the mortared, garden wall

.

How enchanting spring will be

When the first rose, and her friends

Cast off the hold of winter’s glee

In kaleidoscopic magic, blends

.

“ Longing for Spring “ . 01-06-15 . t.r. cardinet ©

Look! - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

January 8th, 2015

Snowflake fairies, everywhere

Dancing on the winter air

In their gowns, so pristine-white

How they sparkle in the light

.

Look, oh look what they have done

In the night, before the sun

Oh what happiness they bring

Frosting every single thing

.

Watch the children as they go

Packing down that fresh, new snow

Working with delighted sounds

Making people from the mounds

.

A carrot here, two buttons there

Mother’s yarn scraps, for the hair

Father’s hat, from years ago

Brings to life those mounds of snow

.

Wintertime is full of joys

Laughter, goodies, Christmas toys

Cocoa, by a fireplace, warm

Waiting for the next snow storm

.

Outside, in the snow and ice

Try to think of something nice

Blessings bundled up with love

Sprinkled down, by God above

.

“ Look! “ . 12-06-14 . t.r. cardinet ©

TIA - 2014©Deborah Shepard Yelm USA

December 5th, 2014

Tia wished for her path , in flowery plume
Creatures crossed so fair
Her spirit essence played, for true love
Her sea winds carried each melody
Ireland legend curled clouds
Turreted her castle, as winged essence
No mortal shall leave elven world, heart called just one
She will know his butterfly spirit true
Journey on lovers beauty
Thy moon filled with briars, he climbed thistles
Twisting paths through encroaching ferns to the castle
Earthbound he remains to her heart soul
Thou he was tricked by legends death to toll
Silent throne as they enter such an affair
His heart Rhymer sang , Tia bewitched his heart
She took his love by trickery at nigh
Now with sweet airs, Faerie , kiss by her lie
When all is silent on snowy eves
They dance in hushed in land of enchantments lets believe!
Towards Blue moon held high
He forgives her as each star falters by
True love shall never die

Wings and Possibilities - Dorothea Barth ©2014 Fallbrook CAL USA

November 13th, 2014

The colors fade, the music stills
When fairies of the rose and fern
And angels of the sheltering wing
Our world-worn eyes cannot discern

Wings and possibilities
That soar above, enchant below
Delivered back to faithful few
With sight renewed to watch them glow

 

by Dorothea Barth ©2014

Dorothy Faerie4

Still Life Green - Dorothea Barth ©2014 Fallbrook CAL USA

November 13th, 2014

 

Reluctantly awakening

Unwilling and uncertain

I sense a sudden fluttering

Arising near the curtain

 

 

The finely painted faerie child

Still life green upon her flower

Stirs just enough to signal me

Rejoice, embrace the hour!

 

 

by Dorothea Barth ©2014

Fairy with Scars

October 15th, 2014

A fairy with scars

On her wings, in her heart

A fairy with scars

Always knows where to start

.

A fairy with scars

Having lived for awhile

A fairy with scars

Ever brave, with a smile

.

A fairy with scars

Understands why you cry

A fairy with scars

With a whisper, a sigh

.

A fairy with scars

Says the words, soft and sweet

A fairy with scars

Will oblige and repeat

.

A fairy with scars

Will not judge, will not scorn

A fairy with scars

Since the day she was born

.

“ Fairy with Scars “ . 02-17-14 . t.r. cardinet ©

Enchanting Things - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

October 15th, 2014

September came, with gentle sigh

Seducing tranquil dragonfly

Upon my screen door, it did rest

So lovely, with its wings outstretched

.

Perhaps the coolness from within

Felt nice and, thereby, welcomed him

Making him forget the autumn

Like spring, it felt, from top to bottom

.

He stayed but for a little while

This dragon with no flame

I loved his beauty, loved his style

Was delighted that he came

.

Then, all at once, he was gone

Left no trace of his essence

Except that, which now lies upon

My heart, like effervescence

.

How long does a dragon live

A dragon with translucent wings

No matter – ‘twas a fairy gift

A wellspring of enchanting things

.

“Enchanting Things” . September 2, 2014 . t.r. cardinet ©

Magic In the Pumpkin Patch - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

October 15th, 2014

A little fairy, meek and merry

Sheltered ‘neath a pumpkin leaf

I found her presence quite contrary

Clinging to my disbelief

.

For I had never seen a fairy

Except once, in picture book

The tiny creature did not tarry

Startled by my startled look

.

She lit out from beneath the leaf

Her wee wings all a’fluttering

Fleeing from the pumpkin patch

No sound at all, was uttering

.

I hesitated, but a second

Then followed where she flew

Enchanted by her sparkling lights

That glistened, like the dew

.

Happily, I stayed on the path

Her twinkling lit the way

Not flying very far, nor fast

Her movements seemed to say:

.

“Come on, now! Do come along!

You needn’t fuss nor worry

If you must, just sing a song

That might help you to hurry”

.

There are times when I feel lonely

Maybe she felt lonely too

Gladly I’d befriend her — if only

I could fly like fairies flew

.

Suddenly, and without warning

That fairy stopped, in mid-air

From above, she looked down, with love

My head tilted back, I just stared

.

Smiling at me, ever so sweetly

Her eyes were as blue as the sky

“I’m very glad you decided to meet me”

Her voice was so tiny and high

.

“You wanted to meet me?” I stammered

For a second, I thought I’d heard wrong

“Of course I did, silly! (she laughed then)

I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”

.

“In the pumpkin patch is where I first spied you

Every morning you’d come and you’d stay;

I thought you looked nice, all sugar-n-spice

So I hid ‘neath the leaves every day!”

.

“Oh” I said, my cheeks growing hot

“I didn’t know that you were there”

“I was there, but it was for naught”

She brushed back a wisp of red hair

.

“What do you mean?” I quickly inquired

Finding a seat on the ground

(she continued)

“I wanted to play, but then I’d get tired,

When I’d wake up, you weren’t around”

.

I watched her, as she neared me

Delicate, lovely, wee sprite

“I’m wondering, can you still hear me?”

I nodded and watched her alight

.

There on my knee, real as can be

She sat down – her hand cupped her chin

Confused and excited, completely delighted

I wondered just how to begin

.

That was two years ago, come this November

I remember our meeting so well

Now we’re best friends, fairy and I

Our story, I just love to tell

.

THE END

.

“ Magic In the Pumpkin Patch” . 09-15-14 . t.r. cardinet ©

Shari Fairy - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

October 15th, 2014

It’s true, you are a fairy

I knew it when we met

You’ve such a calming presence

I never will forget

.

Your smile was so inviting

Your eyes looked that way too

To meet you was exciting

I found a friend, brand-new

.

You said you are a healer

Of this, I have no doubt

You have to be a feeler

To bring such things about

.

I sense, you feel things deeply

You feel them in your heart

Perhaps that’s why you travel

To keep your soul apart . . .

.

Apart from dull and mundane things

Which hinder your success

After all, one rarely sees

A fairy, in distress

.

You will find the means to go

To travel, here and there

To places old, to places new

To places everywhere

.

Quite soon, you’ll find a flower

With a tower, that’s just right

New petals will empower

And will sharpen your insight

.

After that, it won’t be long

You’ll find your wings and fly

Remembering that you are free

On earth, as in the sky

.

So, go on, Fairy – fly now

It’s okay, you can start

Worry’s over . . . time to fly

Your compass is your heart

.

“Shari Fairy” . September 11, 2014 . t.r. cardinet ©