Playful Elven Folk

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 12 Aug 2024
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19 comments
 

 

Precious homeland of leafy green,

leave emotions in darkest night,

while bright eyed foxes play by

moonlight and only the boldest

would venture,

 

embrace dawns flaxen fair; end

to woozy ambient dreaming,

simplicity recognizes blackbirds

chirp; acknowledge tawny owl

spreading wings.

 

Then believe in fairy dell where

raggle taggle gypsies relay stories

of Elven folk; while sitting around

burning campfire,

 

in crackle of dancing flames a spell is

woven – forever ethereal, delicate as

gossamer webbing; gentle strands to

lace the land.

 

For though now older I'll not age in

mind, believing in hundred year old

tales...thrilling imagination;  while

winged songs are carried through

woodland trees.

 

Upon this land meadows of wisdom;

delicately tracing each blade this

grassy dimension, where insects creep

and crawl, a world away from what I fathom.

 

I'm transported by earth's mysterious

past! But wait...did tiny peeping heads

through tall grass appear, breathe sigh

of relief when on decayed tree in chill

of morning breeze,

 

welcoming added beauty to this

location; reinforced realization no

one else is around. I submit through

ancient eyes with inquisitive gaze,

these quaint two images rise.

 

If by chance flock of crows should

be disturbed beyond meadows

splendour, at least along this beaten

track in photo Elven folk did surrender.

 

 

Photo is my own at my favourite

place Stanton Park, taken on

5th June 2024, which inspired this

poem.

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

"For though now older I'll not age in

mind, believing in hundred year old

tales.."

 

Some whimsical imagery in this one, Jenny.

Flights of fancy and imagination is what we all need at times.

Stanton Park sounds great! :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

glad you found some whimsical imagery in this poem, it was what I was trying to achieve in this poem, with some of my favourite magic added in too.

I always feel so happy when going for a walk in Stanton Park, for me it has a special aura I can't put into words.

Many thanks for taking the time to read and share your thoughts, which are much appreciated.

Jenny. .

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Keep on believing and imagining Jenny - especially when it gives us such wonderful poems - thank you!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ah! Bless you insert for your kind words. I had such a lot of fun writing this poem, it's extra nice when people read and enjoy too.

Thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

This is so magical and charming, Jenny, it sounds like my ideal garden. I like to think these folk are hiding in the flowers. I know I've got hedgehogs and I'm very grateful for those but elves would be wonderful. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I know exactly how you feel Jane, you must be on the same wavelength as me. That's so great that you have hedgehogs in the garden, I haven't seen any for years.

Stanton park is about a twenty minute drive from where we live, and on the occasions when my partner and I go for a walk there, it's always very special.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

fairies exist according to one of my writer buddies (Jan), but they exist on the page here too. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

your writer buddy Jan is very wise. I do believe in fairies, elves and other sprites, I'm sure they can travel in and out of our dimension at will, some are mischievous, while others are shy or unsure of humans. I always say; just cause you can't see something, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

It's always great to hear from you Jack, and I'm glad you found the magic in this poem.

Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A BIG THANK YOU EDITORS FOR THE LOVELY CHERRIES, THEY WERE GREATLY  APPRECIATED.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I love the rich images in your poem, like

"in darkest night,

while bright eyed foxes play by

moonlight and only the boldest

would venture"

"while sitting around

burning campfire,

in crackle of dancing flames a spell is

woven – forever ethereal, delicate as

gossamer webbing; gentle strands to

lace the land."

"each blade this

grassy dimension, where insects creep

and crawl, a world away"

I am so very, very glad that you will never "age in mind"!!!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

That's such a kind comment Di, I'm so glad you pointed out those lines; they sum up everything I love about the history of nature and fantasy that's such a wonderful escape from reality for me.

I decided to name my two Elven characters in the photo, Buckeye and Buckthorn, the one on the swing is Buckthorn, but the one on the branch of the tree is Buckeye, becaue he's got this piercing surprised stare on his face. 

Many thanks for reading and your in depth comment which was greatly appreciated.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Turlough on

I can never resist the tales of the raggle taggle gypsies or the faerie folk. Helplessly I'm drawn in by your words.

Great writing Jenny, as ever.

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I know exactly what you mean about the raggle taggle gypsies Turlough, they're irresistible and as alluring as the faerie folk...thank goodness for those old tales.

Always great to hear from you and thank you for reading and leaving a kind comment.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

We sang the song about the Raggle Taggle Gypsies when I was at school, and it always fascinated me. It was one of the first songs I sang to my son when he was a baby.

'For though now older I'll not age in mind...'

Exactly. Always hold on to the magic.

A lovely piece of writing, Jenny.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I've never heard of the song about the Raggle Taggle Gypsies, will have to look it up.

Many thanks for your kind words airyfairy.

Jenny.

 

 

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Certainly an excellent poem I read it a few times. Do you know the famous tragic poem of Goethe "Erlkonich? They don't make them like they used to.

Keep well! Be good! Nolan

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Nolan, no I've never heard of the poem of Goethe "Erlkonich. It looks like I have a lot of reading up to do.

Thank you for stopping by to read this poem, and share your thoughts, Much appreciated.

You keep well to.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by rayjones on

What a delight, spent a lot of time in the woods when I lived on a tobacco farm decades ago, it was always a mystical escape, every shadow an inticing mystery. Seems you feel the same.

Really enjoyed your Poem Ray

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Ray,

your comment was a delight to read too. I can imagine you have a lot of happy memories of your time living on a tobacco farm. Like you the woods have always played a special place in my heart. I was lucky enough to have the woods right outside my back garden gate as a youngster growing up in the 1960s, where dens were made and adventures were had with my vivid imagination.

You're correct it was a mystical escape, and every shadow did hold an inticing mystery that I'll always hold dear.

I'm so happy you enjoyed reading and I'm grateful for your comment.

Many thanks.

Jenny.