A Faerie's TaleA Poem by Sharon Kima story of a faerie's journey told in rhyme
A Faerie’s Tale
‘neath the willow on the bank ‘mid the soil, dark and dank Lies a dwelling small in size Hidden from most human eyes.
Under reeds and pickerelweeds Where the light of day recedes In a toadstool, hollowed out A wee faerie sits about.
Gossamer wings and flaxen hair A skirt of leaves, she does wear Sewn so neatly round her waist. Bodice, up her back, is laced.
Gently set upon her head Is a crown of flowers, red. Slippers made from birch’s bark Skin as pale as night is dark
Green eyes shine in candle’s light Mischief glitters, gleaming bright Light repast of berries ate Blows out candle; through the gate
Flutters wings and takes to flight Flitting, floating, impish sprite For small treasures she will search. Spots a bird upon its perch Hears the magpie as it sings Tales of glittering, shining things. So she listens as she waits To the story he relates
“O’er the meadow’s grassy sea Cross the land of fern and tree High atop the craggy peak Lies the treasure that you seek.
“In a cave on mountain’s side There a goblin, he does hide Hoard of gold and silver too Careful be, lest he trap you
“Tiny faerie shall you be To an adequate degree Into stew that he shall make A goblin’s hunger he shall sate.
“Wait until the sun is high Sleeping goblin, sneak on by Round the body on the floor Grab some gold, then out the door.”
Journey safely back, my friend.” The magpie’s song drew to an end. In a bag wrapped round her waist A little offering was encased
Debt, by golden thimble, paid For information he relayed Grasped in beak, he took flight Circled once, then out of sight.
Nodding once, then nodding twice Back to toadstool in a thrice Packing fruit and bits of bread For the journey’s path ahead
© 2013 Sharon KimAuthor's Note
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