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Candyfloss blossoms
tumbled almond wood prunings
flowers to nut
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Delicate beauty
fairies hide in clouds of pink
bestowing blessings
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For Carpe Diem
Almond blossom is everywhere now. Such a joy to see covering the countryside. It is also the time for pruning the trees, taking off the dead wood and keeping them low so the nuts are easier harvest.
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Footsteps on soft grass
a breeze rustles bluebells
ringing for fairies.
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Moon lights the portal
to a magical kingdom
through the fairy ring.
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Haiku Heights September Challenge – Prompt GRASS
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Syncronicity’s
opportunities offer
enrichment of life.
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Prompt SERENDIPITY from Height of Haiku April Challenge.
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The picture is like a dreamscape where fairies with undiscovered goodies hide in every corner!
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Tiptoe together
through woodland and wild flowers
in search of the fae.
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Sunlight through green leaves
reflecting on blades of grass
finds the fairy ring.
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A wait in silence
is rewarded by the sight
of elementals.
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Star fairy flies the night
spirit shining clear and bright.
Her wand bestows the pins of light
that fall like blessings of delight.
Don’t wander into fairyland
as she offers you her fairy hand
nor suck sweetmeats divine
or sip of succulent victuals fine
because in enchanting magic grand
consciousness won’t understand
the world of Fae with no night or day
where human form should never stray.
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The theme is one to dance, to dream
Of fairies frolicking in the forest.
The zither calls them to the fairy ring
To waltz, to whirl, to twirl and sing.
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Three quarter time is their delight
To dance with Strauss this moonlit night.
Come hither all you forest folk
And join the dance for you he wrote.
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Crescendo notes meet the night,
The glow of magic clear and bright
Notes tumble on the forest floor
Gaia wanting more and more.
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Resounding with the Om of earth
The dance leaps on to stir new birth.
As the music plays its final fling
Fairies take flight on gossamer wing.
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For now the song has rung its tune
And all that’s left is quiet and moon
The fairy glow gone from forest floor
Until they dance in the woods once more.
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Copyright Tigerbrite
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It is dusk and the trees create long shadows on the dense woodland floor. The old oak tree’s roots protrude from the earth; ivy has climbed the trunk and entwined its branches. Nearby a leafy pathway winds its way through the trees flanked by bracken, brambles, ferns and bluebells. This is the domain of the fey and the veil is lifting.
An owl hoots, a deer rustles in the undergrowth and a gentle breeze whispers through the leaves. Enchanting music drifts through the air as coloured lanterns begin to bob between the trees. The beautiful elven come into view, some are walking, others are on horseback, but all move with grace. As they talk and laugh amongst themselves, their slanted eyes twinkle and their pointed ears protrude from their thick hair. They have sumptuous flowing robes of coloured silk and velvet.
The horses are highly strung, their manes are plaited with tiny bells and their long tails flow out behind them as they move along on tiptoe. The procession emanates an auric light and an overwhelming sense of love and peacefulness. The Elf King and Queen ride by and dusk drifts into moonlight. Moonbeams light up the glistening crystals in their crowns and catch the sparkling threads of their garments.
The last of the faerie folk file by, their cloaks trailing along the woodland pathway and their lanterns bob into the distance until all that is left of the Rade is the enchantment of the music not quite remembered.
Inspired by a Faerie Treasury
Jacky Newcomb and Alicen Geddes-Ward
