Aye, I am that.


A Fragile Fairy

A fragile fairy, here am I,
touch me not, or I shall cry.
With gossamer wings of finest silk
I sup on moonbeam dust and milk.

In this enchanted wood I dwell
where dainty creatures know me well.
Humankind must stay away...
if they come near I cannot stay.

I hide behind sweet blossoms, pink
and from the tulip cups I drink.
Touch me not, and do not stare.
I send my warning, now beware.

My magic is profoundly strong
so when I sing my fairy song
the woods will echo fine and true
and dire enchantment fall on you.

Fairies are a special breed.
Buttercups grow from our seed.
We dance and sing among the trees
and do whatever we may please.

A fragile fairy, here am I.
Love me if you dare...

Goodbye!





Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2008-01-09 at 19:23

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J. E.
You draw magical landscapes very well. In fact, better than most. It somehow feel sincere and real, too. Truth and magic, hand in hand - a most beautiful image. Enchanting, to say the least!
2009-11-04


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2008-11-22


normalil
Lavender, this poem took me straight to Fairyland! Thankyou so much.
2008-04-19


M Heathcote
Quiet sublimely beautiful, loved it from beginning to end, for its spell binding powers of enchantment!
2008-04-14


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a poem that only tinkerbell herself could have written to tempt Peter Pan well donergds Mike
2008-01-09


Rob Graber
Sounds like a pleasant existence, despite the lack of dietary diversity... :-,?
2008-01-09