Wild beats the heart of the wee daring Fairy;
Flitting through meadows of mortals and mist;
Strong with the will to be going and doing;
Driven by longing too strong to resist.
Bright are the eyes of the childlike winged creature.
She's ever vigilant; never at rest.
Searching forever.¬ For what She's not sure yet.
Knowing Her whole life depends on this quest.
In the sweet meadow, lovers lay sleeping.
Wet with the dew and the passion they share.
Found by the Fairy and studied for hours.
Now She understands "what" and is searching for "where".
Author notes
I used the Nene Thomas picture you posted. "Love is a battlefield."
2.Faeries
A contest entry
- FARIES and other fun. Please enter by LadyKate.
400 points, ended November 25, 2007, 13 entries
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This poem is amazing. I really enjoyed the last line. The poem has great rythm and I respect you awesome rhyming ability (I can't at all) This poem is beautiful. Thank you for entering and good luck!
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