The Butterfly-Maiden - Rewrite

This is a resurrected poem from 2011.

I wanted to put something on for

International fairy day, 24^th June 2019.

Slipping through rainbow coloured mist

the butterfly-maiden searches the fields

seeking to find succulent berries to eat,

such as can be found on brier and bush,

when on her search for mushrooms fresh

she spied two field mice scamper away,

'Oh where are you going in such a hurry?'

The butterfly-maiden desired to know.

'To the woods,' squeaked the mice,

'for the farmer is coming with his plough.'

The butterfly-maiden flew off in a trice,

flying she appeared to be following the mice

down to the dell where stood the old wishing

well.

Gold coins lay on the old stone wall,

she delicately picked one up and held it,

making a wish she threw it in, not a sound

did it make not even a din;

'Now what was her wish?' I hear you ask,

well the farmer was careful to plough his land

in the ways of the old with his own bear hands,

he left parts wild for the creatures so small,

didn't take from the land without a thought

for them all.

So the butterfly-maiden wished that the

farmer and his wife, would have a bountiful

harvest the rest of their life,

then off she flew to talk with cuckoo who

sang to her of the sky so blue, she took

this song to her butterfly friends, who

sang it to the blue tits and the wrens.

Pixabay free image.