I'll do anything to keep these silly titles going.
But another poem* has been finished. Only 24 more to go*. God help me...
A Walk Through Kipling's Wood
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| Waterfall In Thailand, courtesy of markuso at FreeDigitalPhotos.net |
Oak, ash, thorn;
That's where they say the fairies live
Deep within the wood.
Thought I've not seen them here today
I have no doubt they could.
A toadstool sits within the glade
Surrounded by a fairy ring
Near where tiny lilies sprout,
Just the size for elves with wings,
Still glistening with the dew.
Above the pond
The dragonflies
Hover near the lily pads.
Surely naiads wait nearby
Just beyond my view.
What was that child-like laughter
Somewhere beyond the trees?
And could a fairy's wings have caused
That fragrant stirring of the breeze
Tinged with mallow and feverfew?
Oak, ash, thorn;
That's where they say the fairies live
Deep within the wood.
And as I end my walk today
I think that if they don't, they should.
K.R. Smith
*I'm trying to write a poem each day for National Poetry Month. It's difficult to come up with original titles (that are interesting) for each post. I chose silly instead.
Here are the links to the poems so far:
Day 1 National Poetry Month - Kick-off (National Poetry Month)
Day 2 Haiku, For You (Haiku)
Day 3 A Poem For Free (The Good Morning Man)
Day 4 Wait, There's Even More (Monday)
Day 5 I'm Still Alive (TMI)
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Oh, I LOVE this poem. So many of my childhood dreams were filled with scenes like this. I was (and still am) certain that little creatures like elves and fairies lived in the woods and alongside ponds and streams. And that if they don't... they should.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the bit of the fairy's wings stirring up the scent of mallow and feverfew.
I thought of you when I wrote this. Sounds like a setting for a story you might write!
DeleteThank you! You've put me right in that spot where I can imagine a story unfolding in the scene you've described. I'm feeling itchy to write which hasn't happened in a while.
ReplyDeleteBut how do you have time to read comments let alone reply... you've got a poem-a-day to write!
When people take the time to comment I feel I have a duty to respond. In your case, of course, it's a pleasure!
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