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

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie.. I can identify with this poem. I do frolic with the Fairies and play in the Sunbeams. Looking forward to Spring Violets with the scent of Lavender and sage.... a Ripe old age that .. like Wine ... may be Vintage. I love your words that sing a Song. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's a timeless tale. People are curious about the unseen world around us.

[Patricia Wedel]

I believe in the Unseen where Dreams are there for us to discover. gently, Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Bravo cherry. A truly excellent poem

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Dale :)

[William Michael Reeves]

I'll go search Faye while you are finishing it. Can't wait to see where you're going with it

[Cherrie Palmer]

I'm done. Yes I think I am, probably:)

[William Michael Reeves]

A form of faith. Loyalty to faith? The realm of loyalty? Man kind is losing it's Faye. Hold it. Just read the whole thing so you mean Faye as in Faries. Interesting how many meanings there are to that. I just read it through for the 3rd time without having to think about the mysterious stuff. This is really good! I pretended I was reciting it and it had great rhythm. I'm thinking about pedals of spring? Did you mean petals? Or pedaling into the spring .

I gotta go before I finish this. Tomorrow.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Yes I wanted petals. I saved the change but I guess I had a bad connection.
As ever thank you

[JE Falcon]

Hmm, Cherrie, a visual ride so well appreciated. --- "With lingering smells of lavender and sage.
Their eyes shine bright.
Bringing to some a fright.
As they flea toward the coming day." --- Loved this ending!

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Thank you . You know it's kinda funny but adults like fairytale. I think it captures our childhood.
I will probably add two more stanzas.
But like you I liked how the start of the poem came full circle with the last line.

[M. J. Smith]

Use the same technique with your next stanzas, something like a refrain poem. Like the Octelles I strung together a short while ago in one of my poems. The first and second lines of each verse repeat after each stanza. Themes carefully worded work the same. Great images by the way. My old comp teacher would love it. Beautifully done.

[M. J. Smith]

I am blushing! I've never inspired another writer before. Cherrie! I'M touched. Thank you. I look forward to reading more of this. So mysterious. As anything dealing with the Faye should be.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) I'm glad you liked it I will add a bit more to it. Hopefully you will enjoy the rest of the poem(once I pencil it in).

[Cherrie Palmer]

You only need to post your work for it spark a notion in another :)