Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Your fairy is called Thorn Hailwand
She is a protector of the lonely.
She lives in brambles and blackberry bushes.
She is only seen when the seer holds a four-leafed clover.
She wears purple and green like berries and leaves. She has cheery turquoise wings like a butterfly.

2 comments:

PurpleHat said...

Simon used to draw Fae pictures :)

I went into the faerie wood to hear the faeries sing, and hoped that I might catch a glimpse of silvered faerie wing.
I went into the faerie wood and much to my dismay, was greeted by the Faerie Prince ~ who asked if I might play!
He showed me where the spiders spin the webs that catch the dew... he showed me where the squirrels sleep at night when day is through.
We stopped and drank the tiny drops from honeysuckle flowers, he told me they were captured bits of springtime's magic showers.
We sat upon the forest floor amongst the vine and grasses, he called them out, one by one.... the faerie lads and lasses.
I sat and watched in wonder as they did their faerie things ~I wished that I could fly with them .. ALAS I had no wings !
They blew upon their wooden flutes and sounded like the birds~they talked and sang and laughed and played, not using any words.
Then with a wave they went away as softly as they came, and now my walks inside these woods will never be the same !

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Charissima said...

What a beautiful poem xxx