Rambling in the Fairy wood


In the Fairy Wood a cool wind sings

Songs of summer past: Larks and cherry blossoms

Rambling roses for fairy posies.

Speckled yellow, ruby and rust leaves swirl,

Crunching under toes.

Dappled light, warm and bright Iilluminates

 faces of forest mythological creatures,

A shadow show emerging; tree nymphs, Boris the troll

And frolocking fairies.

Brooding skies like galloping waves, 

Tallow mallow ggiant’s fists!

Twisters suck up golden mists.

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Dreaming of Bluebells


I dream about being in a bluebell woodland,

Morning’s dampness on my hands.

I find a torn seam in elemental’s veil;

Ask to enter the precious trail.



Bare toes tickling on grassy moss, 

Nose wrinkling as plumes of bluebells waft;

Lost in a deep purple blue lake,


Looking at the shapes the old oak makes,

Their wizened branches seeking light,

Orange tip butterflies flee with all their might!


Woodland’s serenade fades gently like a breeze;

I take a sip of Titania’s tea,

Finding myself mixing a pool of morning dew

With soothing dainty hues from the bluebell wood

on my watercolour palette ready for a new painting to emerge.

Tree festival


Through wild woods,

Parting shimmering drapes,

Greeted by a fanning of tiny hands

Seated next to dryads wrapped in cosy ruby capes.

Swirling dervlas swish folksy skirts,

Weaving dreamily through silver birches.



Crystals wink as the fairy choir sings in the wings,

Waiting for woodland girl to emerge, her gown tinged with whispers

of pearly tears.


Trailing across silvery skies, a carriage pulled by white doves glides…

The audience sighs!

Queen of the forest has arrived!

The Writing Garden ~ Issue Nine


https://thewritinggarden.wordpress.com/2016/05/17/the-writing-garden-issue-nine/

A little late folks but I’d like to introduce you to Suzy Hazelwood’s wonderful Poetry zine called The Writing Garden. She selected my poem ‘Ivy Weaves’ for her May edition. My poem is 10th on the list, however there are lovely poems to read by talented poets. Enjoy! And many thanks to Suzy for choosing to publish my poem.

I must get on and make Sound clouds! 🙂

Blissful blossom


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Blossom floats blissfully
Like gossamer,
Kissing our faces
With fairy breath.

On my walks now blossom is bountiful in wonderful rich cherry pinks to the most delicate  whites. It is the translucent whites which I love to look up and see wonderful patterns and shadows and smell nature’s sweet spring breath. Magic!

Snow fall


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Snow falls over
The ridge silently: like
Pure dove down;
Fluttering,
Glowing like butter
When slivers of sunlight
Ease through umber trees.

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The night became silent on Saturday as snow fell magically for the first time. We woke like excited children to watch snowflakes melting on our cottage bedroom window. Unfortunately the morning warmed up and our dreamland melted, so we decided to walk up our local ‘Greensands ridge’, where we knew snow would still be in the furrows and settled in the copses.

Ivy weaves


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Ivy weaves glossy leaves

O’er potting shed knots

And rusty locks.

Lingering  on gusty

Limbs and whispering

Wise rings.

The great ancient

Sings.

Springs  is here, but winter winds bit into my dry lips and reminded me today to protect myself from the elements and keep nourished and warm. We enjoyed exploring the wild woodland and listening to their songs.

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In the company of trees


In the company of trees

In the company of trees

We breathe

Feeling relieved.

As leaves fall

They kiss our tears

And listen to our

Fears,

Bathing us

In a spiced

Aromatic mist.

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