The Veil Between

Inspired by MJ

The day has come,
but not yet the sun.
As the veil of mist rises.
Like a kite it does fly,
dissipating in the sky.
Waiting on moonbeams to find it.

With the velvet of night,
the veil is wove tight,
and the realm of the Faye comprises.
Their curtain of mist,
by man may be missed,
until their song calls us.

Scurrying away,
you can hear them at play.
With lingering smells of lavender and sage.
Their eyes shine bright.
Bringing to some a fright.
As they flee toward the coming day.

The king of the dale sits on his hill,
waiting for the minstrels to sing.
As Fairies of old frolic so bold
wearing the petals of Spring.
With a curtsey and bow
the dance of the owl they'll cling.

They fly through the air,
with moon dust in their hair.
As they spy on children at sleep.
But a warning I give
to those who have hid,
beware the calling of your name.

Author's Note

Maybe done

Reviews

[Writergurl]

what a delightful and lovely write

[jennifer little]

great poem i enjoyed reading it keep up the good work

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you Jennifer

[jennifer little]

your welcome very welcome

[Melinda McQueen]

Lovely description painted here.
Nicely done. :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you:)

[Lathen Griffiths]

I love your description here of ‘a curtain of mist’, we woke to exactly that here in Wales this morning so this was very fitting, I’m a big fan of folk lore and myth so this is right up my street. Lovely.

Lathen

[Cherrie Palmer]

MJ wrote one that I really enjoyed. It reminded me of a story my granddad told about avoiding the lights in the fog. Wa-la. :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

I rewove little red riding hood with faries in it and really liked it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Second line I read as "not yet"
I like this fable...although I really do believe in fairies...there is another world out there that we are not often privy to...but it's there.

[Cherrie Palmer]

(Not yet the sun) I wanted another way to express twilight of morning. It just hit me. Once I had the opening thought and cadence the rest just fell into place.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of an ancient Celtic or English folk legend. The last lines have a touch of menace in them. I would give these fairies plenty of room.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Maybe just enough darkness to keep kids in the bed. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem dear Cherrie.
"They fly through the air,
with moon dust in their hair.
As they spy on children at sleep.
But a warning I give
to those who have hid,
beware the calling of your name."
I loved the above lines. I write poetry and story in my dreams. The mind, a place of mystery. I liked the message shared in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. MJ wrote one and I had to chime in.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy dear Cherrie and you are welcome.

[Kim S.]

this is lovely little tale enjoyed this

[Ken Simm.]

Mysterious and lovely. In a realm of mists what do we feel and see? Excellent way into the Sidhe mounds.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Ken. I was telling MJ that my grandpa. Use to tell me a story about those that lived by our family cemetery and to stay clear of the lights by the mist. But it's been to long ago. So I'll have to weave my own:)

[Cherrie Palmer]

You may need to try your hand at a tale.

[M. J. Smith]

Beware indeed! Mortàls have vanished into fairy mounds forever, lured by just such a call.
Amazing job, my friend. Companion to my words and sequel all in one. Beautiful poem.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you. I let your poem lead. It was has fun to write and a simple cadence to tell a story to.