Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading →
Stories are Spirits
Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading
Tag Archives: fairy tale
Fairy Carport
Would a fairy drive a car
shaped like a cedar branch
with green needle fenders?
Maybe a maple leaf flying carpet?
I’d want a Japanese model,
red and sporty, Continue reading
Water Nymph
still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading
Azaleas Pop
blooms yearn
azaleas pop
sunrise unrolls
nature flows Continue reading
Happy #Children’s Day!
May the sun shine
on children everywhere.
May magic find you
and luck keep you
warm on the road
that takes you home.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: My inner child is happy to celebrate! Is it really Thursday? Where has the week gone? Apparently yesterday was International Children’s Day (or “International Day for Protection of Children”), but Twitter is still celebrating today, and I am, too.
Columbine Divine
Rosy-hued curls, arranged in whirls,
remind me of a clock, stopped.
The minute hand is stuck at twelve.
The hour hand spins too fast to see. Continue reading
Holiday Brunch
Happy Memorial Day! I recently attended a poetry breakfast at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. In honor of Jama, this morning my daughter and I wrote poems to our coffee cake. Continue reading
Cherry Blossoms
roses of springtime
wide ball skirts for fairies
who dance on clouds
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Happy Mother’s Day! I hope your day was full of warmth and love. 🙂
Wishes Big and Small
Hyacinth Hats
Purple party hats prickle
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Find the Divine
Fresco at University of St. Thomas in Minneapolis Used by Permission of Laura Purdie Salas
The fairy tale, the prosaic,
the absurd and the divine,
find their way into myth,
story, art and rhyme.
Three Limerick Tale of Leprechaun and Kitten
Tiny O’Toole loved a kitten.
He felt himself hard bitten.
“Ouch!” he cried.
“Open wide!”
He stuffed her in his mitten.
“Now, that’s not fitting’,”
complained the kitten.
“Let me out
or I’ll shout.
After all, I’m no Briton!”
O’Toole sipped mead,
and then he agreed:
“Come out!
No doubt
you mistook me for tweed.”
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy St. Patrick’s Day! The art work is a stained glass plate I made with my daughter. A limerick is a light-hearted poem with the rhyming pattern AABBA. A lines are shorter than B lines. My all-time most viewed post is Leprechaun Limerick. I also wrote a set of three limericks on being Irish.
Friendly Fairy Tales 