Within the magical pages of a book is an invitation to shake off our sensibilities, clap our hands and shout that Yes! We believe in fairies! Perhaps with a bit of pixie dust and a great deal of courage, we might also fly.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s Photo Play and Poetry Prompt. We enjoyed the imaginative pictures and poetry shared by our community:
In this well-timed shot, Richard captured a dragonfly pausing for a moment to show off his bronze wings. A tiny Tengu ready to take flight, skyrocketing toward the sun.
In Cinderella’s troubled tale, we feel empathy for the hard-working gal with an indomitable spirit. In this photo by Darlene, instead of a glass slipper Cinderella lost a work boot.
Here is a poem Donna contributed, inspired by the sights and sounds of the imaginary realm and childlike wonderment:
Can you hear them
In the clearing of the forest?
Laughter
And the fluttering
Of playful wings.
The thicket flickers
With sprinkled flecks of gold,
Pixie powder spread about.
The tales they tell
Of whimsical worlds
Spark imagination,
A juvenile fascination
With which to wander from the world’s woes;
Breathe.
Be.
Believe in the fairies,
Procure the fantasies.
See the world
Through their eyes,
The sparkle of sun kissed dew
Set upon the forest floor.
PHOTO PLAY 2 POETRY PROMPT: Find inspiration from one of the photographs presented here and respond with a poem. Share it with us in the comment box below.
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Photos by S. Etole, Richard Maxson, and Simply Darlene. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.
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Maureen Doallas says
Wonderful photos!
Donna says
Oh I love the images in Donna’s poem…. my favorite conjured up by these words:
The thicket flickers
With sprinkled flecks of gold,
Pixie powder spread about.
Beautiful photo’s, too. Each one so unique.
Bethany Rohde says
(There are two Donnas here then?) 🙂
I like the mouthfeel of “thicket flickers.” The idea of the baby’s breath above conjuring up “Pixie powder” is quite lovely too.
Donna says
Susan’s photo immediately went to my breath, and so, on this subzero day, this:
Her breath hit the air
Fragilly suspended there
Crystal lavender.
Bethany Rohde says
“Crystal lavender” is divine.
Donna says
🙂 Thank you… and yes! Two Donna’s! 🙂 🙂
Monica Sharman says
She had the day to wander so
she strolled the forest edge, heard
the mirth of fairies long at play,
saw a rope-swing gaily swaying
on a limb, inviting
her to step into the woods
and ask, Can I come? Can I play?
They taught her fairy tales and sang
hand-clapping games down by the brook—
but morning-glory petals started
folding—day was closing, evening coming
and with heavy steps she had to
turn away. I cannot play.
I cannot play.
Bethany Rohde says
Monica,
So many lovely lines:
“saw a rope-swing gaily swaying”
“hand-clapping games down by the brook–”
And morning glories–what a clever flower choice.
Elizabeth Marshall says
With which to wander through the world’s woes/breathe.
Splendid. I could speak this one line all day and be reminded of the beauty of poetry.
Glad you’re Donna. Thanks for sharing your gift.
The photo plays are fabulous, as always,too. 🙂
gassingon says
The lost boot
The boot looked awful on its own
lost and all forlorn
crying in its laces
It’s soul torn out and worn
Each day without it’s other half
was really too much to bear
and then without much warning
it appeared beneath a chair….
Donna says
On dear, poor boot. 😉
Love this!
Donna says
Oh Yay! 😀
A reunion!
gassingon says
thank you Donna!
Heather Eure says
Your collection is a delight! So enjoyed reading your poems. Thanks for sharing them. 🙂
gassingon says
The fairy came from nowhere
she was as lovely as lovely could be
Her face shone in all its glory
and she joined me for my tea
She told me things I knew in heart
and asked me what I will do..
I knew she knew the answer
and up and away she flew…
gassingon says
Oh fairy fairy where art thou
when I need to ask of you..
to sprinkle good wishes on those I love
and on those who love me too..
gassingon says
Whisper louder than whispers
Can talk the night away
The fairy dust gathers when we sleep
we take with us each day
To protect and project us
into where we are meant to go
without the dust the magic
how the way.. would we ever know…
gassingon says
Oh Tengu where are you going..
Pray tell me this wont you ?
I think I’d like to fly up high
but haven’t wings
boo hoo…
gassingon says
The gypsum this year
was powder pink
all wispy and ethereal
It looked good in her garden
but for my table this I will steal..