Faeries at Play

I looked out at my garden today

to enjoy my flowers so tall.

I gazed over t'wards the old brick wall

and saw the Faeries at play.

 

perched up high upon a sunflower

I spotted the Faery queen.

She watched her subjects with gaze serene

as they danced for most of an hour.

 

The Faery are such lovely folk;

each with gossamer wings.

Bedecked with golden chains and rings

they dance and laugh and joke.

 

When they became aware of me

watching with quiet joy, in awe,

they laughed and like the wind blown straw

flew off in gay retreat.

 

I still enjoy the colors so gay

of my lovely garden flowers.

Yet each day I watch for hours

to see the Faeries play.

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

This was a fun write. I enjoyed reading it and personally loved the imagery that you used. I loved your word choice too. You captured a magical moment. Great write!

[Celtic Cat]

and who could blame you? Once you've glimpsed, you must be hooked! I really love this write, so light, playful and otherworldly. What else could you look for in a poem?? : )