Ruby Rainbow Saves The Day

Up so high where no one can see live the fairies of the weather,

Sometimes working on their own and sometimes they work together,

The weather is different every day, but the fairies have their reasons,

They work so hard around the world to give four different seasons.

It was a very bright day in April and Fairy Sally sun hummed out loud,

She listened to the birds singing and watched the lambs skip around.

She noticed the grass getting greener and saw the trees with new buds,

And watched the people in the towns below take off their hats and gloves.

Spring had finally sprung after the long cold winter spell,

And as she looked all around her, everything looked well.

Daffodil’s stood tall and proud, bluebell’s blanketed the woods,

The gentle sounds of spring had arrived and things were looking good.

Then the fairies Rachel Rain and Cleo Cloud came along and sat close by,

And the three of them sat chatting quietly in the sky.

When suddenly the quietness broke and dogs began to bark,

The three of them looked down and saw some people running through the park.

The sound of engines began to roar and siren’s sounded loud,

And very soon people gathered into an extremely large crowd.

“What is happening?” Sally questioned “We will have to find out.

I will send some of my sunbeams to find out what this is about.”

So Sally gathered her sunbeams together and explained they needed to know,

What had happened to cause this commotion in the town below.

Her sunbeams were happy to help her, they wanted to do all they could,

But the news that they gathered together wasn’t sounding very good.

One of her sunbeams said “Oh, Sally, this is terrible and our news is rather shocking,

Some people are being chased down there as they have been caught robbing.”

Sally knew there was nothing they could do and found this very frustrating,

Because they knew this was very bad they spent their time concentrating.

They concentrated on where they ran, they watched everything they did,

They even knew when they disappeared because they had ran and hid.

The people below had no idea where the robbers had fled,

They looked down the streets and avenues and checked in peoples sheds.

“They are over there,” Sally shouted, “they are hiding behind that wall.”

But none of the people could hear her, none of them could hear her at all.

Then just as she was about to give up and wiping away a tear,

Ruby Rainbow came along “I am not sure but it’s worth a try, I think I have an idea.

You and Rachel Rain must work together as you know this makes me glow,

And we will try to catch these robbers in the town below.”

It was an important job they had to do as the robbers had stolen cash,

They needed to show the people below where they had hidden the stash.

So Sally Sun shone as hard as she could and Rachel rained all her drops down,

So as Ruby could glow with all her might to help the people in the town.

She concentrated very hard to make sure her colours could be seen by all,

Making sure her rainbow shone just above the wall.

The people became excited, they had never seen such a display,

What a clever idea from Ruby as she was pointing out the way.

Everyone began to rush over and the robbers were sent to jail,

All the people were so delighted, what a wonderful tale.

Because everyone knows whether young or old,

At the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold.

Wisp of light comes peeking through

Softest fronds, awash in dew

Velvet night must say adieu

.

All the earth is colored pink

As if with magic fairy ink

How the flowers rush to drink

.

Everything will have its fill

Each crocus and each daffodil

Just ask the preening whippoorwill

.

Dawn spreads out her gentle hands

Upon both near and distant lands

Each living thing, it understands

.

Light grows from pink to gold, and then

Lush, lovely green is seen again

Time for a new day to begin

.

May this day, alive with wonder

In spite of lightning, in spite of thunder

Bless all creatures living under

God’s love.

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“ God’s Love “  .  04-28-15  .  t.r. cardinet ©

Spilling stardust from out her bowl

She settles in to bring

Sweet twilight, to both young and old

Then sparkles everything

.

Her essence wrapped in colors, grand

Her smile, it does beguile

Though we can’t see, nor understand

She lingers there awhile

.

A part of God’s great canvas, blue

The sunset in her hair

She whispers, “This is all for you”

To mortals, unaware

.

Tomorrow evening, she’ll return

To tuck daytime in bed

Then all the wishes, on the stars

She’ll tuck inside her head

.

Remembering every word and wish

This angel, filled with love

Will place our wishes in her dish

To give to God, above

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“Twilight”  .  04-14-15  .  t.r. cardinet ©

Fairies In My Garden

There were fairies in my garden when I was only three,
They were my very special friends and they would play with me,
Their hair were shades of golden brown, their wings were very bright,
And their dresses were so pretty and shimmered in the light.

Their homes were in the plant pots that leant against the shed,
They took in them the fallen leaves and used them for their beds,
They would laugh and dance to merry tunes as the birds sang in the trees,
And sometimes gentle music was made by the blowing of the breeze.

But then I grew a little older and found other friends to play
The fairies sat down and told me that they could no longer stay,
As another little girl needed them as she had no friends of her own,
So they kissed me on the forehead and flew to their new home.

Sadly I never saw them again but now my grandchild comes to play,
I watch her by the garden shed and think I can safely say,
That the fairies are there for her until she makes friends of her own,
Before they fly away again to find another needy home.

Cheryl Burrows 1996 ©

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

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

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

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

Take the dew drops from her eyes

As the dawn, so soft, embraces

In her bed, such sweet surprise

Encircled by white, queenly laces

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Gently, gently she awakes

Stretching velvet toward the sun

Smallest shadows, these she makes

Investing in the morning fun

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Tulips, tulips kiss the day

From their vantage, by the hedge

Near to them, not far away

Daffodils and iris pledge

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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