May the flowers be blooming
No thorny troubles looming
No loved ones glooming
Joy and love finding room in
Bird song and kitten crooning
Ears hear only colorful sound
Where imagination is found
Tight bindings are unbound
Old deadwood is downed
Magnolias bloom all round
Returning geese take wing
Making ever-young hearts sing
Spring music makes hips swing
Spinning lovers into a highland fling
In an enchanted fairy ring
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Little girls ask, where do Pink Fairies hide?
Well, some days, they can’t decide.
Under mushrooms or behind leaves were spots tried,
but amongst the heather won by a landslide.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
I am small, yellow and round.
Where have you seen me?
What’s my name?
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes:
I offer this riddle, because I know many of you know lots more about plants than I do, and this is one I don’t recognize. I suspect it’s related to a buttercup, but it’s too short, only a few inches high, and buttercups usually bloom later in the summer. It looks a bit like wild lettuce, but it doesn’t have the thick greens of wild lettuce. Also, the flower is about an inch across, which is bigger than buttercups and wild lettuce. Can you name it?
This photograph is part of the Word A Week Photograph Challenge, by A Word in Your Ear. This week’s word is Round. You can see another entry at Cee’s Photography.
My riddle is also a second Quinzaine for the Paint the World with Words Poetry Prompt, Quinzaine. If you’re interested, you can find my other one at New Queen Quinzaine.
I was thinking of song today, and of how things that are beautiful or new are like a song of color and joy. Then I saw this beautiful poem by Morgan, who also wrote about song. If you haven’t visited Morgan, I hope you will, she kindles hearts. I hope you feel the song in your heart today. Warmly, Brenda
Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing as the Lark’s Song Rising Above,
Sing in the Night when the Shadows Roar,
Sing in the Daytide’s Streaming colour,
Sing when Hate and Vice Hammer Down,
Sing when No one Else is Around,
Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing in Gentle Grace like the Mourning Dove,
Sing in Passion with Fire’s Ablaze,
Sing Endlessly, O Sing for Days!
Sing in Joy when the Heart is Sad,
Sing in Laughter when You cannot be Glad,
Sing Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing when there is Nothing at all to Sing Of!
~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Nadia Strelkina
Today we crowned the Fae Queen.
Did you hear her sing
Like a lark?
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Inspired by Paint the World with Words Poetry Prompt, the Quinzaine, which is a form of three-lined, unrhymed poetry, taking the form of a statement with a question in one or two parts, with a syllable count, 7/5/3.
Sample Quinzaines:
Life holds new adventures
Will I fear it
or will I grab it?
Flower pictures please me so;
Is it the colors
Or the bees?
References:
http://voices.yahoo.com/can-write-quinzaine-poem-681541.html?cat=38
http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/quinzaine.htm
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/quinzaine.html
http://popularpoetryforms.blogspot.com/2013/12/quinzaine.html
last year’s ashen blooms
litter my path like wan ghosts
soon fading to green
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
One
Tiny
Chickadee:
Playful, hungry,
Hopping, chattering,
Finding bird feeder seed,
Darting to her Red Roof Inn.
Squirrels chase along high wires,
Chittering, chattering, fat from greed.
Thin bird chides them, twittering, fluttering.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is an etheree, for another or an explanation of the form, click here.
dragon skin marks
tight cage of expectations
finally freed, scarred
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Fairy Tale Prompt #2
(albeit late), which called for a darker twist on a tale with a stepmother.
Becca is embracing the fairy world with her wonderful poem. I hope you like it as much as I do!! We all need protection from the storms! Warmly, Brenda
Fairies portico
Protection from world’s storms
Gentle breeze dries wings
Nestled among trees
Freedom to roam undetected
Treasures safeguarded
More photos of Fairies Portico: Sunday Trees – 126
Previous: Sunday Trees
______________________________________________
© by rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2014
Here is a new friend, with an enchanting quote and a few magical questions to make you rethink your day. Have a great week! Warmly, Brenda
Dandelion was not like other Boggles. Boggles, when still, look like tree stumps. They are wider than they are tall, and have thick woody legs and arms. Their heads are flat on top. They can run fast, shaking the earth with their heavy feet. Some Boggles carry sticks, banging them on the ground to scare small animals from the underbrush for their dinner.
But Dandelion did not like to run, he preferred to ponder the flowers. Instead of eating fish, squirrels or shrews, he liked to nibble moss and chew the tender bark of baby sugar maple trees. One day, his twiggy fingers were wiggling out the pine nuts from a large cone when Fandang ran by, chasing a water rat and banging his Boggle stick. Dandelion froze in place, hoping Fandang would not notice him. Fandang always made fun of him.
Fandang dazed the rat with his stick, stuffed the limp rodent in a bark bag and turned to Dandelion with a sneer.
“You can unfreeze, Dandelion, I know you are not a stump!!” Fandang jeered. “Want some rat?” Fandang swung his bag near Dandelion’s head, which was home to several yellow dandelions. The bag knocked into a tall dandelion that had gone to seed, and the wind carried seeds up into the sunlight. Fandang struck at the seeds with his stick, but they floated easily away from it, bobbing higher in the turbulence.
“Fandang, why do you hunt rats? They don’t even taste good.” Dandelion asked his question softly, trying to make his question as light as dandelion fluff, but Fandang’s words still struck him heavily.
“Boggles eat meat.” Fandang thrust his flat head toward Dandelion. “Rats give me a fun run, and they don’t get away like those pesky river rats. You should eat meat!”
“Pine nuts are delicious, and I don’t miss meat.” Dandelion rubbed his bark nose.
Fandang gave a disgusted hum
ph. “You’re weird. Why did I have to have you for a brother?” Fandang ran off into the wetlands, squish-squashing as he neared Trickle Brook. Dandelion felt sad as he watched him go, but he munched a few pine nuts and contemplated some dwarf irises.
To read more about Boggles, click here.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Fairy Tale Prompt #3.
dwarf irises
dancing in violet blue gowns
blurred by breezes
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Friendly Fairy Tales 