Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.
How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading
The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading
Love is love that doesn’t harm.
Love is what holds us in the dark,
listens to our fears,
celebrates our small moments. Continue reading
Three Dutch tweens
tickled by the breeze Continue reading
blooms yearn
azaleas pop
sunrise unrolls
nature flows Continue reading
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.
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
I woke. I groaned.
I clenched my eyes,
but the sunlight
had no mercy. Continue reading
For anyone in need of a little PINK today!
Is there a fairy hiding behind there? I can’t say. 😉
sudden magic of
honeysuckle scent takes me
back to hide-and-seek
beside winding brook
glimmer of tadpoles
tiny almost-legs dangle
my inner child is
still ready to hide and seek
ready or not!
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: These three haiku are in answer to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge: Magic and Glimmer. How could I resist writing something? Can you?
I was also inspired by Annette Rochelle Aben’s ballet poem to look into my own past for inspiration.
In writing haiku, I don’t follow a strict 5/7/5 syllable count. I view that more as a maximum rather than a goal. My goal is instead to record a moment of realization or wonder.
Friendly Fairy Tales 