Dragons are masters of hiding.
Sightings on the ground are rare.
Gannon would never have found one
but for the dragon toe below.
When he looked up,
The bark of the tree moved, and
A knot in the bark turned into an eye.
Fire blotted out the sky.
Gannon jumped on its back
As it spread leafy wings,
And together they flew toward the moon.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
This new friend has a wonderful poem by Thomas Randolph matched with a dragonfly photo, and the dragonfly looks like a Common Whitetail male. What a coincidence! I just published a photo of a Common Whitetail female tonight. Life is magical, and I hope that magic comes your way! Blessings, Brenda
We the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
~Thomas Randolph
I don’t like to crow, I’m more of a sparrow, but I have to reblog to thank Just Patty at petitemagique for her Post about me and friendly fairy tales. Patty is a lovely poet and friend. I love what she has to say about magic and fairy tales. Thanks, Patty! Blessings everyone! Brenda
Every week I want to share an amazing blogger with you all, so you can check out their blogs and maybe make some new friends!
All of these bloggers have amazed me with their art, kind heart, friendship and skills.
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Meet Brenda
–> https://friendlyfairytales.com/ <–
A little about Brenda
I’m Brenda Davis Harsham. I live in New England with my fantastic husband and three story-telling children, where we are surrounded by music, gardens and magic. New stories unfold around me all the time, and sometimes I’m lucky enough to write them down. The world is full of possibility and wonder. I’m inspired by nature, my kids, friends, storms, coincidences, art, magic and memories. I’ve been telling stories for as long as I can remember. I’m delighted to share my fairy tales with you here.
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Uncommon mother,
Uncommon tired,
Living for 36 days,
Still, evanescent, wired.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This dragonfly is a Common Whitetail mature female.
The way was crisscrossed with roots and rocky.
Bellissa, the wood nymph, carefully tread
The sunlit path of shadow and dappled light.
Her ears were full of the music playing:
The symphony of green rustling leaves and
The decrescendo of the cicadas.
A crescendo of a dog’s barking by the shore
Caught her attention, and she hid in the silver birch.
The excited pup romped, shaking off an avalanche of drips.
She climbed toward a peak, leaving the shore behind,
The wind grew stiffer and the trees bent.
Ahead lay possibility, wonder and magic.
Always moving toward the next place,
Where imagination filled in the wood with secrets,
Caves, trolls, dragons, gnomes, friends and foe.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Remember the magic:
When you look closely,
What was hidden
Is found.
Something small
Can give you wings.
What was sad
Can give you strength.
What stole your voice
Can make you sing.
Remember the magic.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
This poem is dedicated to Ms. Vee, who is a fellow phoenix, a bird reborn from flames.
brownie crofter
farms moss and pine needles
hides from tax man
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Oval iridescent green body,
Wings of bronze, quiet and still,
Always hungry, tasting nature’s nectar,
Making lace of leaves, living life with a will.
Note: This is a Popillia Japonica or Japanese Beetle. The photo was taken in Dover, MA in the Noanet Woodlands.
Friends are like flowers.
They bloom, and they inspire.
They make the world beautiful.
We never forget.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I dedicate this post to the memory of Ajaytao. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. He was a bright light in our world, and his spirit continues to brighten our memories. He was a good friend to me, welcoming me here, and I will miss him. I feel blessed to have shared the world with him. Namaste, Brenda
Just draw in your breath,
Focus on a wish and blow your cares away!
Let your inner child laugh for joy.
The dandelion seeds will scatter,
Carrying your desires to the wind spirits.
May all your wishes some true.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Opposites: rain and sun,
The yin and yang of life.
Clear cooling drops
Cleanse and refresh.
Even as I welcome the rain,
I long for the sun.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
White petunias made a happy, bright sight
Around the lair of the white witch.
So surrounded by beauty and light,
It gave the dark mage a painful twitch.
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