The End of FaeryA Poem by David Lewis PagetGarth lay still in the gilded cage Unable to move a thing, The bars were merely spiders’ webs Of a faery’s magicking. He’d wandered into the Faery Ring Where he’d seen the mushrooms spread, And now was caught in a faery spell With the rest of the living dead.
With Tom, the Candlestick Maker’s son And a barrel of candlewax, He’d dawdled home from the marketplace And lay in the beckoning grass. He woke to find he was tightly bound With a faery up on his chest, She said, ‘Lock him in the cage as well, Along with all of the rest.’
And Madge, the maid with a milking pail Who was sent to milk the cow, She’d wandered off on her way; she thought, She needed to feed the sow. She woke to mushrooms, ten feet tall All towering over her head, The stalks were bars, set under the stars And her limbs, they felt like lead.
While Tim the Tinker was there as well With his knives and sharpening tools, His grindstone lay in a pile of hay And the bonds on him were cruel. The beggar lay in his filthy rags While the rich man muttered, ‘Shame!’ He’d soiled his boots and his Regency suit, Was bound with his watch and chain.
They lie not far from the caravans Of a gypsy camping ground, So Faeries say: ‘Let’s take them away Before they’re seen and found!’ But dancing into the faery ring Is the Gypsy, Mavourneen, Who stumbles over the gilded cage And steps on the Faery Queen.
The top flies off from the gilded cage, The webs of the bars are torn, And Garth crawls over the mushroom heads To swear, ‘I feel reborn!’ The faeries weep as they carry their Queen In death, to their Faery Dell, There’s mushrooms still in that Faery Ring, But now, Toadstools as well!
David Lewis Paget © 2014 David Lewis PagetReviews
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