The Thistle Fairy
sits alone in her room,
calling to her pet parrot
looking at her thistles, in bloom.
She is only a wee lass
at the mere age of fourteen,
every time she walks into a room
her face and smile always beams.
Her Mother and Father
the King and the Queen,
love their darling child dearly
seems their love goes unseen.
They spend most of their time in the Castle
which overlooks the moors below,
holding many elegant balls
while their daughter dances in the meadows.
She lays her head on her pillow
and slowly drifts off to dreamland,
smelling the sweet thistles around her
attending an elegant ball so grand.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.9/2009
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This is a beautiful take on the prompt. Thanks so much for entering. Lovely imagery and great presentation. Best wishes,
Frogz~ -
Excellent imagery within this composition---Good flow to the rhyming verse!
Well Done and best of luck in the contest!
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Cynthia: what a delightful write. Little girl view and parents duties.
Lady D
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