The Fairies of Insole Court

The Fairies of Insole Court

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

 

One day when I was walking

I thought I saw

A fairy

She wore a dress of faded blue

Her bare feet

Mud caked.

I hid behind a bush of

Bright yellow

Flowers

And watched her

Dance

Her skirt spinning

Dizzyingly.

As I watched

She was joined by

Others

Each in a faded dress.

One Green

Who danced

And climbed

And flew

Into the boughs of a tree

Where she sat amongst the leaves

In perfect

Camouflage.

One Yellow

Who sat atop the only

Remaining stone

Sphere

That balanced on the

Newel post

At the bottom

And top

Of each side of

The steps which stood

Between two trees.

One Red

Who lay along the

Banister

Her red red lips

Singing softly

The words that played

Over in her head

The sweet tune

Changing the dance

Of the Blue.

Two fairies

One Grey

One Pink

Joined hands and

Whirled as fast as possible

Sometimes rising into

The air

By accident

The speed of their

Movement

Driving them

Upwards.

Lastly

The

Purple

Who while I watched the others

Crept up on me

Her Purple eyes

Glowing

And shoved me

Into the middle of the

Fairy Gathering.

Now play

Eight fairies

In the depths of

Insole Court

For a white-clad girl

Has joined them

Her wings

Brand new

Her laughter joyous

Her hair fanned

W  I  D  E

Around her head as she

Lays in the

Grass

Her dress

Faded

Her bare feet

Mud caked.

 

© 2008 Cassidy Mask


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i want to go back again! i loved it!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


this is really pretty.
i love insole court.
and the idea of fairies at insole court, i think, is an almost believable one..
it is quite a magical place.
nice work (:

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

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A Poem by Cassidy Mask