The Fairies Fly

 

Ethereal beings of prismatic light

On translucent wings you hover tonight

From ancient mounds to seal the fate

Of an unknown soul who crossed the gate

At the twilight hour and chanced to spy

Your right of passage through the sky

Oh Fairy Queen do not disturb

For a charm of rowan and of herbs

Of finest iron hangs therewith

Around the neck of Elizabeth

She carries bread beneath her tongue

To ward off demons one by one

Tonight she’ll hear the banshee cry

And see the teardrops in green eyes

As fairies lay their dead to rest

In an Irish garden on emerald crests

Atop the buds of ruby roses

There the tiny one reposes

Veiled in spider webs a ‘glimmer

‘Neath the twilight’s glowing shimmer

Where they sing a haunting dirge

Then raindrops from the sky emerge

As if the gods sent tears to rain

Upon the rose leaf’s bleeding vein

To wash away the fairies’ pain

To wash away the fairies’ pain

 

©Kay Salady

 

My offering for:

Poetry Picnic Week 12: Feathers, Fidelity,
Figment, and Fables

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 6, 2011, in poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. fairies have pain?

    This is haunting, and beautiful.

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    • I imagine they would have since they are caught between the realm of the living and the dead. In my mind’s eye, those who stir up trouble for others are usually in pain themselves.

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  2. Wow! Not sure exactly what you were writing about, but you certainly did it with power! Thanks, Kay!

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    • I just saw your name in big letters. It says, “Kays a lady”! Nice touch!

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    • Elizabeth enters the fairy mounds protected by her talisman. Iron is poison to fairies. Her amulet is filled with rowan and herbs. She also keeps a bit of bread beneath her tongue as further protection against the demon fairies. While there, she witnesses a fairy funeral.

      I’ve taken my Irish/English heritage and culminated the lore of the fairies into a story. This is only one little bit of what the young girl could have seen while visiting the fairies’ realm. Had she witnessed a birth, her fate would have been certain doom. She’d have never seen anything again.

      Lady Kay♥

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  3. very good job here.
    a magical poem.

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  4. You describe the scene so vividly. I could see the sprkles and hear the singing. Nicely done.

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/the-wonder-of-you/

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  5. admirable job.

    lovely imagery…;)

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  6. I like it very much as I am attracted to the magical that lives between the spaces of space.
    Nicely done.

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  7. Hello.
    The imagery you draw up is hauntingly vivid. It’s almost as if I’m there, secretly looking in & too scared to even breathe for fear of being discovered.

    Awesome!
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate it.

    Heaven Is You

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  8. very inventive, smiles.
    😉

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