Forsythia: golden bells curving overhead;
A green path winds through the hedge.
I step under the archway and stop dead.
A forsythia fairy flutters, about to fledge.
The air is filled with crystalline shine,
And a magic gale forces me backward.
I catch a glimpse of the fairy in flight, sublime.
Then the path is empty; my tale fractured.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
52 thoughts on “Forsythia Fairy Path”
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Thanks my adoring fan!! Love you, bob!
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Hi Brenda – love the pictures in the poem – now about the picture in the photo.
If you take your glasses off you can see quite clearly, I don’t think a fairy – it looks more like an elf to me. He is standing in the shadows just to the left of the centre – he has one of those leprechaun type hats on and a dark jacket and slightly lighter coloured trousers, possibly with boots on. Considering the close association with gold flowers – maybe he is actually a leprechaun and not an elf at all. Would you need a rainbow as well, or would a leprechaun on his own be enough to sprinkle all that gold about? I’m not truly sure how elves relate to gold. Are you?
I tried putting my glasses back on to see if I could see him better – but of course, as you know, that is quite pointless. I guess you were ‘knocked out’ at seeing the fairy and missed him in the shadows there.
David
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Sometimes my eyes are too sharp for my own good. A little vague focussing would be good for me! Thanks for pointing that out. And I’m glad you found magic in my photo. The wee folk keep their habits close, don’t they?
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I think it was the fairy in the poem – she knew you hadn’t noticed him and so she got me to mention it to you.
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Ah, yes, highly probable. 🙂 Hugs, Brenda
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Beautiful, a real fantasy tale – or perhaps very real? I haven’t had a moment like that for a long while, I could do with some fairies flying down my pathways! 🙂
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They hide in your imagination. 🙂
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Everyone loves the brilliant yellow of forsythias and this poem does the flower ‘proud!’ This was a splendid and bright post today! That fairy was a ‘force to be reckoned with!’ Hugs, Robin
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LOL Aren’t all fairies irresistible forces? Thanks for reading, Robin! Cheers, Brenda
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This is beautiful. So whimsical it lends magic to the whole scene, until I began to see the flight of a fairy.
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I love that comment! Just what I could want, to spread a little magic!
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You did that 🙂 Mission accomplished!
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Woo-hoo!
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how come you find all the fairies????
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LOL Well, you need to speak to the hummingbirds. 🙂
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We call those yellow bushes! LOL I love this Brenda! You have some lovely flowers and plants! 🙂
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Yellow bushes! Well that describes them for about a week! LOL That wasn’t my garden. I was on a walk. 🙂 It was someone’s front yard actually, and the image of the path was an illusion in the middle of the hedge.
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Oh you and your imagination! I totally get that! I see fairy paths, unicorn trails and rabbits! Those are for real! It’s rabbit season here so me and the dog go rabbit scouting!
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Oh, the fabled kingdom of Rabbit Warren, hidden, secret and full of treasure. Dogs are the treasure hunters!
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Yes you are right they surely are!
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Love the visual that the line ” I catch a glimpse of a fairy in flight, sublime,” gives me! 🙂 ~Karen~
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Thanks! 😀
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Brenda, FRIDAY there will be a post for you on Petals. I have nominated you for a special award. Love, Amy
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Woo-hoo! I feel so special now. 🙂 Big hugs, Brenda
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You ARE special to me, Brenda! I don’t do awards but this one I could not say no to. So now I nominate you among some others. I couldn’t stay at the number I was told to regarding nominating blogs. I’m terrible about following rules like that. So, I gave as many as I wanted. I still wanted to do more too. What can I say??? LOL xx
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Spreading the love is your thing, magic lady! 😀
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As well as it yours, Faerie Queen. I see. *smile* 😘
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love the forsythia and fractured fairy tale, brenda )
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Thanks! I wondered if anyone would notice my little nod to fractured fairy tales. 🙂 You always get me.
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))))
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Brenda, Forsythia are another blooming springtime plant I miss, we have them here in Florida but not in the abundance of Northern Virginia. I do miss the miles and miles of them you would see along I -95, and my backyard. Take care, Bill
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Hi Bill, Forsythia is the one of the most wild, hardy and beautiful of the spring bloomers. I have some, and it’s always trying to take over my driveway. 🙂
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My forsythia have come and gone… but they sometimes they bloom on a warm winter’s day…so perhaps they are full of magic?
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You never disappoint me, Brenda. Caught up, as usual. Thank you.
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Aw, you are sweet! Cheers, Brenda
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Cheers to you!
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Oh, how wonderful to see a fairy!! 🙂 I also want to see one!! I have seen a tiny troll once when I was little, but never a fairy, I have only seen the fairy lights 🙂 🙂 🙂
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🙂 Magic is all around us! Life is good!
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The way you framed this image is completely magical. Incredible job, Brenda!!! Thank you! Love, Amy
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Thanks!! I thought it turned out well, I’m so glad you agree.
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It’s pure magic, Brenda. I “feel” it.
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You can never look away… Lovely poem and picture. 🙂
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Magic is all around us! 🙂 Thanks!
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I love the shot. Great colors. I bet those yellow things are sticky.
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No, not sticky, but gorgeous!
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Beautiful shot and poem, Id love to be there and smell the atmosphere!
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The air is fragrant, soft and damp today.
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Nicely done, Brenda!
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Thanks!
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So sweet! Takes me back to my childhood imaginings. 🙂
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My inner child likes to have a voice. 🙂 Thanks for commenting! 🙂
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