The Witching Days

The Witching Days

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘I may be old and decrepit now

And you may think that I’m done,

You laugh at me as I shuffle along

But you don’t know what I won,

You think the world is your oyster now

But you’re only barely a teen,

When I was young, in the witching days

I married a Faery Queen.’

 

‘You laugh and play with your silly phone

And you text, to say you care,

But all those buttons won’t help you breathe

The scent in her fragrant hair,

That phone will never caress her throat

Where the skin is smooth and fine,

Or hold her delicate hands in yours,

But I still remember mine.’

 

‘I found her sat in a faery ring

Where the mushrooms used to sprout,

A tiny circle of magicking

When her father let her out,

I still remember the muslin skirt

That she wore below the knee,

And the chiffon blouse with a tiny broach

And the smile that she had for me.’

 

‘Her lips the colour of cherry wine

Her eyes, deep pools in a glade,

She led me into the bluebell woods

And under the trees, we played,

She let me into her mysteries

When a mist blew in with the breeze,

And gave her lips for a tender kiss

In the way that she used to tease.’

 

‘We tripped together the farmer’s field

And I helped her over the stile,

We hid ourselves in a hedgerow where

The birds had nested awhile,

We stared in awe at a crimson sky

When we woke up late in the hay,

I wed her on a deserted beach

Just after we ran away.’

 

‘So don’t go laughing behind my back,

And don’t go pitying me,

I’ve lived the life, and I’ve loved the wife

I found by the magic tree,

So you, get rid of that mobile phone,

Get out where you can be seen,

She’s still out there with her scented hair

If you want your Faery Queen.’

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2013 David Lewis Paget


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Oh God dont get me started lol My son and friends live on those damn things.Yet together they dont even talk.Why my son actually text me from upstairs the other day too lazy i suppose to come down and talk .I see his generation unable to carry a conversation.They seem devoid of personality or the ability to tell a tale. Its sad really and i rail against it but to no avail;

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Straight to my face! I have a girl to catch.

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i really loved reading this. Nicely described and slightly taunting the gadget addicts about the way many wonders and blessings of nature and relations are ignored by them.

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When I reading this poem I am dealing with the old days and current days. I love the vivid emotional landscape of yesterday and the engaging thought remembering those special memories. This piece truly amazing, honest and creative in story progression. Good work Mr. David. I enjoy it! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Fantastic..and so true of young people today..instead of even phoning..they text..how will that keep him warm at night or hold her when she cries..you hit the nail on the head with this one..it is going into my favorites..love Kathie

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Have I mentioned lately that I love your poems?? Lol... you are the king of all that is beautiful about poetry. I find myself almost singing the lines while being carried away to far off places. This poem speaks to the lack of human interaction and experience of younger generations. Gone are the days of walking side by side sharing ones dreams and laughter with a friend or lover. Fantastic!!

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Lovely and with a lesson. Reminded me of a tale my boss told me a few weeks ago. His daughter was asked to prom by a boy via text. She declined, but not due to the text... They have lockers next to each other at school, have seen each other every day, but have never spoken a word to each other! Different generation... Baffling. We wonder why people feel so alone and disconnected, yet everyone is 'in touch' - they're missing so much in life.

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a resounding and profoundly impactful message to those youth who would ignore the beauty of the world around them and spend all their time with their noses buried in some technological daydream of idiotic proportions. well done!

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I love the rhymes,they are intriguing. Even the contents of the writeup,words of wisdom.

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simply wonderful and romantic.
you keep it up there kind sir.
1000.00/100

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Added on March 23, 2013
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Tags: faery, queen, mushrooms, bluebell, hedgerow

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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