His Flight

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 24 Jun 2024
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14 comments
 

Dear diary...finding a blue

towel lying under a woodland

tree with a crawl space for

animals, didn't make any

sense to me, but I took the

photo on 23rd August 2022,

because it felt mysterious,

so I just had to write this

poem in memory of

International Fairy Day on

Monday 24th June 2024.

 

What made him swim in

dangerous lake just to keep

cool? Was he hypnotized by

strange lights...had he

wandered to deeply getting lost

in still of night: leaving cold air

behind, straying into some dark

precarious crevasse to sleep?

 

Quivers wavering across fleshy

skin, hairs undulating craving

answers. Had he gazed upon

translucent swiftness of

lacewing's willowy limbs with

infinite vitality?

 

Mysterious strangeness must

have metamorphoses;

suddenly distracting flow, sight

leaving feelings with visions of

sprites; figures perched on

boughs, so striking to this

whimsical curiosity.

 

Did he fall asleep under a tree?

Blueness of towel mocks like it

doesn't belong, leaving mind

knotty like wild ivy...so very

verdant,

 

creeping bewilderingly in

puzzled reasoning. Was it

something eaten that through

this wooded transformation

was fluctuating – alternating

with the seasons?

 

Gathering up his desires, did

leaving nature as he found it

allow him a sense of renewal?

With compassion and kindness

searching, yet shrouded to the

untrained eye.

 

Full moon still meanders

behind clouds, championing

the night – yet curiously can't

resist briefly peeking the

secrets of daylight hours.

 

As for my own discovery, there

was mystery reached; speaking

softly, reflected in imprints of a

childlike imagination, suddenly

young; not quite an infant. For

as life progresses there's tiny

secret footprints across leafy

glade of my world, setting

visions of wonder.

 

A mind of whimsical faeries in

Hawthorn burrows undertaking

all manner you want to believe

in. I could see the honeysuckle;

inhale perfumed sweet air

softly filling my senses with

enigmatic thoughts.

 

I wondered! Could this lad find

his way back, wake and be that

which he was? Yet hearing a

beautiful voice calling, I knew

the boy had been caught in a

spell, I was convinced he'd

been carried off.

 

Photo is my own.

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Dear Diary
Spiritual
Fantasy
Nature
Journal

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

Oh I love it when I come across a mystery while I'm walking through deserted places. And isn't it always the work of the faerie folk? They're capable of anything, particularly sending our minds off in wild directions. When my Nan was alive. if anything happened that couldn't be explained she wouldn't spend time pondering over it. She'd just say, 'Ah, it's the faeries.'

Your poem describes a great journey into not just a forest but also folklore. Your words to describe smells and noises as well as the scene make the encounter with the wee fellas very believable. Great stuff Jenny! 

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Dear Turlough,

you've made me very happy that you enjoyed my little story within this poem. I don't know who the towel belonged to, it was just lying there begging for a story to come.

I wrote this poem about two months ago before I became ill, and felt compelled to make it a tribute to International fairy day.

I think your nan was very wise.  She sounds like a person who could tell a tale or two.

Been feeling very sorry for myself after having pneumonia and being bed ridden, so you can imagine to receive your kind words was a great tonic.

By the way, I hope you've managed to fix your garden up after the bad weather you experienced.

Take care.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Oh, no! Pneumonia! I'm really sorry to hear you've been so ill. It's nice to see you back though so I hope your health continues to improve. I had wondered but didn't like to pry.

The situation with our garden (along with our cars and our roof) is probably best described as a combination of soul-destroying and grim. I've continued doing my 100 words thing throughout the fiasco so you'll be able to read a bit more about it when I post it on ABC next week. In the meantime, thank you very much for caring. 

Good on you Jenny! 

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Turlough,

I was so sorry to hear about how the weather has effected your lives, it can be so cruel, especially with all your hard work. I do look forward to reading your diary entries, though they may be hard to relive.

Getting a little better each day, but it's been nearly a month since I've even walked in the garden, so I'm pretty much house bound. But my partner has been wonderful and so has my son, they've been taking care of me when they can.

Although I have a lot of patience, I do get frustrated because I'm very independent and hate having to rely on others, but hey ho needs must.

Thank you for your kind words again Turlough, much appreciated.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Turlough on

I'm glad to hear you're in good hands Jenny and heading in the right direction. Get well soon but don't rush it. 

My very best wishes to you.

Turlough

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Oh Jenny I hope you are better soon; I'm so sorry to hear you have pneumonia. Please take care of yourself. -- I am happy to see you're writing and I much enjoyed this 'dear diary' post. I was taken in by the vivid imagination stirred by an out of place, lost or left behind, blue towel, and by the mystery you weave in splendid forest magic.

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Bless you for reading my poem Penny and leaving your kind thoughts. Just before I became ill, me and my partner went for a walk in the woods and I was lucky enough to film on my camera a family of swans who came up really close and personal. It was obvious they were after food, but because I was still they weren't nervous at all and seemed really trusting, it was a truely magical moment that brough tear to my eyes, as I'm normally quite scared of swans.

I have to take each day slowly and I'm very weak as I was in bed for a week unable to walk without walking sticks. I'm still having trouble with my hip and knee, but am able to get up and down stairs now, which you wouldn'd believe how wonderful it feels.

Again many thanks for stopping by Penny.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

No wonder you felt so rough! Pneumonia's terrible! Took my son ages to get better. WELL DONE YOU battling through, and showing it what's what with this magical poem! Thankyou for sharing your rich imagination again. Not the same round here without you!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Oh! Di, it's wonderful to hear from you. I can truely understand how your son must have felt. To be honest I just wanted to die at the time, as I'd been unable to get down stairs for a week and was at the end of my tether with all the coughing and no sleep, either laying down or sitting up. I had a paramedic come out on a Saturday night, not last Saturday but the one before, her name was Lucy and she stayed with me for over an hour. She was like an angel sent from heaven. Taking my temperature, she said it was very high, but she gave such great advice and was so sympathetic. Lucy was a real tonic and my healing process started to work after her visit.

I've been on two lots of antibiotics and have nearly finished the second lot, which now seem to be working. I don't want to ever feel like this again ever. Hopefully when I'm better, I can get my hip sorted out, because that made my illness a hundered times worse.

I really do appreciate you stopping by with your kind thoughts. I have also missed reading on abc tales, and look forward to getting back properly.

Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou for your reply, it's so good to know the anti biotics are working, it took two goes for my son, too. Please try not to overdo things as you get better, as he would think he could go out and about and then be overwhelmed with tiredness. But he is ALL BETTER now, and so will you be! I hope you get that hip sorted soon, that will make the world of difference

 

Submitted by marandina on

"there's tiny

secret footprints across leafy

glade of my world, setting

visions of wonder."

Imagination is a wonderful thing. I enjoyed that flight of fantasy with you, Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul, glad you liked those lines. Like you say imagination is a wonderful thing and I'm glad you liked my bit of fantasy within this poem.

Thank you for stopping by to read and share your thoughts.

Hopefully I'll be back to normal and reading and writing again soon.

Take care.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

I can only say, Wow! Keep them coming Jenny!

All the best! Tom

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for your kind word Tom, they're very much appreciated.

Jenny.