Three Fey Sisters
Of fairy sisters, I know three:
Solarn, Treelass, and Lauralee.
They were born like you and me,
But grew up wild and running free.
Each had a house in forest green
With rivers running cold and clean.
Like weeds they grew, tall and lean,
And ripe wild fruit was their cuisine.
At night they danced around the fire;
With laughing spells, they sent it higher.
The flames curled round like twisted briar.
Sizzle and snap: their forest choir.
The midnight mist came rolling in
To calm their mood and quiet the din.
Drinking deep from one wine skin
They laughed as dreams began to spin.
They stumbled off to home and bed
With wobbly feet and drowsy head
To dream all night without a dread
Of forest green and berries red.
More fabulous fey poetry in my latest book ‘Wishes Cost Too Much’ from Rochak Publishing.
Comments
Post a Comment