Patches of snow gleam in drifts,
Branches entwine in red towers,
High rises for fairies on shifts,
Thicket bark lovelier than flowers.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
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Dancing Memento
My young daughter’s first ballet class,
Awash in swirly pink,
Young girls,
Hair tidied in a looking glass,
Stopping for a quick drink,
spins, twirls.
Fingers together in ballet,
with correct attitude,
Balance.
Raising her arms in grand plié
A graceful interlude,
Warm glance.
My heart was sore to see her there
Leaving me to learn dance,
Wide grin
In place, twinkling eyes full of cheer,
And with a graceful stance,
leap, spin.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Inspired by the Paint the World with Words poetry prompt, which was to write a Memento, a style with 6-line stanzas, composed of patterned counts of 8/6/4/8/6/4 syllables and with a/b/c/a/b/c rhyming.
Fae Flash Fiction: Equinox
Silka dreamed in yellow. Daffodil dreams of spring, warm breezes blowing citron pollen. Leaves unfurl in lemon sunshine. She restlessly rolled over, drawing her rose petal duvet higher over one curved hip. Her dream changed to tulips, in a rainbow of color.
Silka dreamed of the Equinox, and her thoughts startled her awake. She opened her violet eyes.
“Fib!” she called into the quiet of her hydrangea bower. She heard a scuffling, yawning, and a small bee fairy uncurled from a purple bloom, changing from bee shape to fairy shape as he stretched. He sat up blinking, wings glittering.
“What’s today, Fib?” Silka called to him, smoothing her butterfly wings and petal skirt.
“Today?” Fib rubbed the grit from his bluebell eyes, then he opened them wide in surprise. “The Equinox!!” Fib shouted with joy. Together, he and Silka flew out into the Outer World.
Still snow as far as the eye could see. A faded hydrangea bloom, like a fragile four leaf clover spun of earth, was the only visible bloom, their hydrangea bower safely behind the veil separating the Fairy World from the Outer World.
Silka and Fib decided, equinox or no equinox, some more dreaming was in order, and they retreated behind the veil.
If you like, you can read more Fae Flash Fiction here: Silka (Episode 1).
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Red Fairies Hiding Haiku
fairy closes cape
transforms into red berry,
vivid chrysalis
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
I Want to be a Fairy
Painting by Brenda Davis Harsham
A lovely blogger named Line at Paths of the Spirit wrote this beautiful poem in honor of my daughter’s fifth birthday, and gave it to her as a gift. How sweet is that? I painted a tiny fairy for it and put them together here for all fairy tale lovers who also want to be fairies:
I want to be a fairy
Beautiful and wee
I want to fly with fairy wings
And live inside a tree
I want to be a fairy
Beautiful and wee
I want to play with fairy things
And sleep inside a leaf
I want to be a fairy
Beautiful and wee
I want to eat the fairies’ cakes
And drink the fairies’ tea
I want to be a fairy
Beautiful and wee
I want to have some fairy friends
Who’ll come and play with me
I want to be a fairy
Beautiful and wee
But I am just a little girl
With lots of fairy dreams
Thank you, Line, you are an angel! Warmly, Brenda
The Thaw has Come!
The sun is shining,
Clouds dispersing,
Snow is melting,
Hearts are singing!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Life is a fairy tale! Have a great weekend!!
Warmly, Brenda
Fairy Garden Joy
Happy Birthday to you!!
Fairies came from far and near
To celebrate a birthday dear.
Some pictures here do show
That love, joy and cheer did flow.
My daughter’s face did shine
When on fairy cake her friends did dine.
After dancing, the day was done,
All Fairy guests had lots of fun.
We hope your day is magic, too.
For if it isn’t fun for you, then who?
Now my fairy tale is all told,
Soon other magic may unfold.
Fae Flash Fiction: Silka
Silka dreamed of spring, her inner eye seeing sunny days burgeoning with flowers. She could not quite bring them into focus. She donned her favorite dress, her flower jewels, and picked up her fairy dust. Bravely, she zipped outside.
Spring had not arrived. After the dim fairy bower, her eyes watered in the sunlight. After she rubbed them, she saw thousands of snow crystals glinting like jewels in a dusting of fresh powder. She admired tunnels dug into deep snow banks.
She shivered. The cold made her feel tired. She saw messages from the universe.
“Even in winter, if you look for them, you find messages of love,” she smiled to herself. She waved goodbye to the cold, another week of dreaming and dozing sounded ideal. She retreated into her fairy bower, where flowers thrived in the warmth of her magic. She settled onto her bed of rose petals, ate a honey and nectar bon bon and settled down to await spring, closing her violet eyes.
Click for Free Coloring Page of Silka the Fairy
Copyright Brenda Davis Harsham
Hibiscus Dish Wish
Fairy satellite dishes —
Hibiscus dishes — bring wishes,
Bored fairy wing swishes.
Then she hears a message from Queen Mab.
Fairy Della no longer sad and drab —
Delighted with the urgent mission,
Della hurries with an exciting frisson:
She has the spring fairy ball to plan.
She must hide the location from man.
Della has more spring in her step
And joy in the plan kept.
Counting on fingers — only 20 days left.
All the fairies are humming,
Woo-hoo, spring is coming!!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
A little rhyming inspired by Dr. Seuss
whose birthday is coming tomorrow I’ve heard. The title is a nod to his Ish Wish Dish. 🙂
Sunshine Spell
Roll back the clouds,
Bring me some sun.
Go away gray days,
It’s time for some fun!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Happy Valentine’s Day!!
There is no key to happiness.
The door is always open.
— Mother Teresa
Love comes to the door,
Peeking through the keyhole
Slipping through the letterbox,
Making its demands,
Leaving footprints on your clean floor.
Life is never the same.
Happiness follows with friends:
Laughter, feelings of flying,
Stomach turns somersaults,
Spinning in dizzy, dancing circles.
Then those friends grow up with you,
Happiness turning into contentment,
Laughter growing into smiles.
Spinning somersaults drift into a slow waltz.
Love settles into sharing and commiserations galore.
First our hearts are on our sleeves,
And then they are on our door.
In secret, they flutter still, quietly.
The sound of a roughened voice,
The slide of stubble against a smooth cheek.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Happy Valentine’s Day !!
To all those who love and are loved, whatever makes your heart flutter,
It’s a day to pause and be grateful for those tiny wings. 🙂
Warmly, Brenda
I Can Fly
Sunlights slants through the trees, blinding me.
Smoke rises from the chimney carrying an acrid scent.
Wind showers me with sparkling fairy dust from the trees
Making me blink, blink, but then I feel like I can fly.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Friendly Fairy Tales 