The Witching Days

‘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

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

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;

[Tomi]

such a romantic Piece...Exceedingly georgeous...

[Sir Joseph]

A very touching and romantic poem. Bravo on such a write

[roarke]

And we can only hope they listen. alas.

Well said. nuff said.

[Marie]

A pretty dream...and I do believe in fairies...
But to me my cell phone is magic.