Flight of the Fey

I
A wild flower, caught by the hand,
Dangles beside me. Her feet describe
Fairy patterns as she floats along.
Caught by the breeze;
Buffeted
By a passing train.
She cuddles closer in.

II
A seat offers warm solace,
From the harsh rays of the sun.
Filtered through grime,
The light
Picks out particles
Glinting in the air. “Fairies!”

Sitting beside me, she reads
Her book. Words spill across her
Lips. Tales of fairies flow in,
Fluttering from tongue to mind,
bounded by cold iron tracks.

III
Countryside flicks by
Obscured by stunted woods,
And weathered poles,
Is a Fairy knowe . Magic
Bound by sparking wires;
Constrained; Contained;
And yet,
Abandoning their Seelie Court
The fairies fly,
Seeking immortality
In the fleeting half-a-
Life of the mind’s eye.

Flight of the Fey

wjohnd

Edinburgh, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

A poem written as an exercise for an Open University degree course.
It’s an odd flight of fancy featuring trains, fairies and child’s imagination.

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