A poetic journey through my mind

By the River

I walked along the river bank through many an hour of dreaming,
imagining the fairy world that lay beyond its seeming,
its overhangs were council halls, it seemed they rang with greetings,
as the seats of mangrove roots filled up at the fairyville town meeting.

Under bridges dark and drear, trows and boggans creeping,
tiptoe as you pass them by, we’ll not disturb their sleeping.

butterflies dance slow pavannes, above the rivers gleaming,
if you should chance to look away, they drop their insect seemings,
and shining bright, the fairies dance, with glowing wings aflutter,
but look again and all that’s left is the waters passing mutter.

4 responses

  1. Right to my heart …I love the fairies so ty for sharing this most beautiful poem!

    March 26, 2012 at 4:22 am

  2. I do that sometimes when i`m alone lol ,creation begin in imagination my friend šŸ™‚

    March 26, 2012 at 8:50 am

  3. Delightful xx

    March 26, 2012 at 5:10 pm

  4. I often felt this way as a young teenager crossing over some of the board bridges over creeks on our farm. When I was a very child, I just KNEW there were trolls sleeping under those bridges!

    March 28, 2012 at 2:57 pm

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