Faeries

My poem is written in the structure of Bi~Trillets... Designed by Richard Jenkins ... a fun and wonderful way to put a poem together. My first try at this.

✨ FAERIES ✨

Mornings early mist, hides faeries exist.

Circ'ling around ancient tall trees; 

magically appear with ease.

Gleefully singing, they're found winging

among dandelions blowing,

sweet wishes ~ fluffy heads flowing.

Children up at dawn, wishing on their lawn ...

 tiny faeries to discover.

Flowers hide them as they hover.

Keeping out of sight, tiny hands held tight.

Faeries stay behind tall grass blades,

afraid of early morning raids.

Never as it seems, only in ones dreams.

Flittering `round their faerie ring...

special mornings in early Spring.

Will not show their face, leaving not a trace!

Distant music calls all their names,

skipping 'way... playing faerie games.

Reviews

[Nima.Hope]

I was I the sky when I was reading g your beautiful poem dear Lisa. It's amazing. I felt I was a child, listening to my grandmother reading for me, while I was hanging out in fairy tales of my childhood.
All the best wishes,health and happiness for you dear Lisa.
Nima

[Lisasview]

I am so sorry to just now responding to your very lovely review, Nima... I broke my clavicle and then I broke three ribs so I was not able to type for awhile.
I am delighted you enjoyed my poem... I loved writing it!!
Lisa, still in Spain..It's Sunday..

[Nima.Hope]

Hi dear Lisa. I hope you get recovered as soon as possible. Wishing you all the best
Take care❤️

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much Nima...

[willweb]

This was fun and cheerful to read. The beautiful morning that appears in your poem becomes enchanted when the fairies show up. I like this...smiles all around when reading here today. Nicely done my friend.

[Lisasview]

I too smiled when i wrote it... Such fun...
Thank you,
Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

Faeries are like flower Petals with wings that flutter along like a song 🎶 to carry our Cares where 🦊 🦊 Fox and flowers play Bach and dance in orchestrated meadows of melancholy… a 💗 lovely poem of painted moods. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Hi Pat,
I always your sweet reviews...
Thank you so much,
Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lisa… I know you love 💗 Music and look forward to your charming Lyrics that Waltz through my day. softly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Magical poem Lisa. The enchantment of faeries. Beautifully penned. I enjoyed the structure too. Have read three times. Your talent shines through. So creative are you.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Having grown up believing in Faeries this more or less came rather easily for me... Sort of like my poem Nymph...
Thank you so much for your encouragement!
Lisa, back on my computer..

[Sami Khalil]

Magically and wonderfully written with great fairy tale imaginings. 🧚‍♀️
Splendidly rhythmic.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much... did you happen to read the review I got from E.P. Robles...
He really explains my poem in great detail.
Lisa

[Sami Khalil]

I did. He is good. Can be a professional reviewer.
You are welcome Lisa, of adopted Spain.

[Lisasview]

Yes, he could be.. I find him to be amazing!!

[Sami Khalil]

::::::::)))))))))))

[Cherrie Palmer]

What a better expression of childhood (before technology stole it away). This poem rings with poetic tune and stirs the imagination.

[Lisasview]

Oh I am so happy to hear that its stirs the imagination..
Tank you,
Lisa

[E.P. Robles]

I greatly appreciate the melodic rhythm and intricate imagery drawn by this poem.

It breathes life into an unseen, mystical world by anthropomorphizing fairies.

The poem explores the magic and mystery of dawn, that liminal time when reality and dreams blur.

You make excellent use of the magical realism genre, a style that explores the extraordinary within the ordinary.

The lines "Never as it seems, only in one's dreams / Flittering `round their fairy ring; special morning in early Spring" eloquently encapsulate this magic, creating a poetic dichotomy between the ethereal and the tangible. The interplay of light and shadows, dreams and reality, presence and absence, fear and fascination is both delightful and thought-provoking.

I thoroughly enjoy how this poem instills a sense of wonder and encourages readers to perceive the world in different, more magical ways.

Analyzing this from a psychoanalytical perspective, this poem can be seen as a symbolic portrayal of the human unconscious. Jung, a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, theorized about the collective unconscious and archetypes. (I rely on him because I am a student of Jungian analysis)

The fairies represent the unseen, mystical elements of the human psyche, hidden deep within the mist of our unconscious, emerging only in the early morning, a time that can symbolize the edge of consciousness. This could symbolize the emergence of certain aspects of our psyche that often stay hidden.

The children could represent the innocent, curious part of our psyche that is eager to explore and understand these mysterious elements of our unconscious. They hope to catch a glimpse of these elusive, magical beings, which could symbolize our own yearning to understand our deeper selves.

The fairies’ reluctance to show themselves could be an illustration of the unconscious’s tendency to remain elusive, revealing itself in subtle ways, often in dreams or symbols. The line "Never as it seems, only in one's dreams," aligns well with Jung’s idea that our dreams are a path to understanding our unconscious.

The fairies' games, their hiding, and their symbolic activities are similar to the Jungian archetypes. The fairy ring could be seen as a Mandala, a symbol of wholeness and self, and their playful, elusive nature could be akin to the archetype of the Trickster.

Overall, this poem can be interpreted as a representation of the complex, mysterious, and enchanting realm of the human unconscious, as seen through a Jungian lens.

In conclusion, I enjoyed this prose very much.

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
I needed to find a subject using Bi~Trillets and thought that Fairies would work.
My mother grew up in England and told me that when she was very young she would go to the garden and check the trees for fairy rings. My imagination took over... I so wanted to find those rings...but I believed they were only in England....
I wrote Nymph which is another wonderful creature I believed existed when I was very young.
I love your deep descriptions of my writing and since I know of Jung, your thoughts make complete sense to me.
This poem felt easy to write... it just flowed out of me.
Thank you again,
Lisa

[E.P. Robles]

My grandmother is from England. Her mother from Scotland. I know what you speak of. And bi-trillets is wonderful. How many know what that is? I do.

[E.P. Robles]

I write in fire. My soul takes me. so here: Oh, let me weave a tapestry of verse,
Where nature’s creatures dance and converse.

The pigeons, graceful in the meadow’s sway,
In flight, they flutter, free to play.

The game, nocturnal, swift and sly,
Seeks solace beneath the starry sky.

The water creatures, bound by liquid chains,
Yearn for freedom, where liberty remains.

And behold, the butterflies so fair,
The last of their kind, delicate and rare.

Even they, like others, thirst for a taste,
Yearning for droplets in this arid waste.

But oh, to dissolve with that wandering cloud,
Blessed by freshness, where dreams are allowed.

To exhale amidst violets, damp and sweet,
Awakening the woods, a fragrant retreat.

In this realm of nature’s vibrant hues,
Where life’s essence mingles and imbues.

Let us find solace, our spirits set free,
As we blend with the world’s grand tapestry.

[Lisasview]

I love the imagination in your woven tapestry of thoughts...
I don't believe you have read my poem Nymph...
Lisa