~I Believe ~

Fairies are elusive wonderous little things, we
saw them best as children tried to touch their
fairy wings. But now that we are all grown up
and adult, we don't see, those tiny wonderous
beings, that we saw when we were three.
They visit us each morning flying round as we
get up, the sleep that we wipe from our eyes,
comes from their fairy cup.
They wait and hope that we will say those
words they long to hear; "I believe in Fairies",
say it loud and say it clear.
For everytime you say it, another fairy will
survive, but when you say I don't believe
another fairy dies.

"I believe in Fairies"

Copyright Sue Fellows

~The Fairy Pendant~


Scene: A circle of Druidic stones

First Fairy:
Afar from our lawn and our levee,
O sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the roses in scarlet are heavy
And dream of the end of their days,
You move in another dominion
And hang o'er the historied stone:
Unpruned in your beautiful pinion
Who wander and whisper alone.

All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,
We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
You are wasting away, little fairy.

Second Fairy:
Ah! cruel ones, leave me alone now
While I murmur a little and ponder
The history here in the stone now;
Then away and away I will wander,
And measure the minds of the flowers,
And gaze on the meadow-mice wary,
And number their days and their hours--

All: You're wasting away, little fairy.

Second Fairy:
O shining ones, lightly with song pass,
Ah! leave me, I pray you and beg.
My mother drew forth from the long grass
A piece of a nightingle's egg,
And cradled me here where are sung,
Of birds even, longings for aery
Wild wisdoms of spirit and tongue.

All: You're wasting away, little fairy.

First Fairy [turning away]:
Though the tenderest roses were round you,
The soul of this pitiless place
With pitiless magic has bound you--
Ah! woe for the loss of your face,
And the loss of your laugh with its lightness--
Ah! woe for your wings and your head--
Ah! woe for your eyes and their brightness--
Ah! woe for your slippers of red.

We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
She's wasting away, little fairy.

by William Butler Yeats

~THEY ARE REAL !~

A blade of grass moves all alone
yet no breeze is blowing here
Insects scuttle to and fro
as if in dreadfull fear

So I hide behind the willow tree
To see what it may be
And when it showed I stood amazed
They are real! its a faerie

I never truely belived my mum
when faerie stories she would tell
of how she used to watch them fly
down at Dingly Dell

But now before my very eyes
I see her standing there
no more than 3 inches high
silver strands instead of hair

She wipes her wings, and spreads them wide
they beat without a sound
Shes taking off, flying away
Oh no! shes the first I found

Well that Faerie has now gone from here
disappointment I do feel
But at least i know for a fact at last
That the Faerie folk are real

© Ginny Cooper 1999

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