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!

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Reviving rain


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Rain revives waning blossom,
A faded, aged May Queen’s trane.
Tuneful, cooling teeny tears
Fall from scented ‘ears’,
Dissolving fears;
Blessing those who choose
To be the poet’s muse
And walk along the enchanted lane.

Yesterday,we waited forever for the torrential rain to ease so that we could

 

Magical summer morning


Magical summer morning

Watch the soothing sun stretch warm

Limbs from downy clouds like galloping

Unicorns across misty lawns.

Singing Skylarks wistfully twist

High into the watery distance,

As eaves of Barley corn kiss.

Where I live in the little village of Cople, Bedfordshire,  I can go out of my garden gate with my two Border Collies and walk for miles along footpaths and bridleways which take me through fields of Barley, peas and beans and many more crops. The Barley is soon to be harvested but looks stunning at the moment, particularly in the early morning and evening light. I love  to hear the corn popping in the heat. What do you love about summer? 🙂

Frozen guardian


Frozen guardian

Frozen guardian of

A magical glade,

A golden mantle lain;

Icy jangles,

Crispy tangles,

Fancy dangles

Reflecting wishes

and tales from far

Off lands.

Starburst’s midsummer dream


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Electric Blue star
Bursts with sparkling
Energy.
Pirouettes like a fairy
in midsummer’s
Dream.
Desiring serene
River banks,
To dazzle frogs
On Lily pads,
Waiting for
Graceful princes
From faraway
Lands.

Dryads eggs hatching


Strokes and scribbles
Chisel out ancient tales
Like the lines on a human hand.

Dryads’ families lives
Imprinted on beautiful bark
Wrapped around the groaning oak.

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Dryads’ eggs disguised as nodules, pulsate
And warm,
Sparkling eyes watching from
Dusk till dawn until
Time for rebirth.