The Pixie King

The Pixie King

A Poem by Adam Latham



Inside the Rainbow Forest
Where unicorns are born,
And fairy dust floats on the air
From sundown until dawn,
There dwells in royal splendour
Yet very rarely seen,
The king of all the pixies
With his pretty pixie queen.


His palace is a mushroom
As tall as any tree,
With bright red spots upon it
That will make you squeal with glee.
A winding golden staircase
Stretches to the very top,
In a mesmerizing spiral
That you think will never stop.


All those brave enough to climb it
Would soon chance upon a door,
With the most enormous knocker
That you really ever saw.
One hard tap summons the butler,
A polite and friendly gnome,
Serving tea with fondant fancies
That will make you feel at home.


Through a maze of vaulted chambers
Each more lavish than the last,
Passing walls lined with the portraits
Of kings from the distant past,
That dear gnome shall gently guide you,
With much merriment and song,
To the Great Hall of his master
Who resides there all day long.


From beneath a silver archway
Set with precious gems galore,
You will enter to the fanfare
Of ten trumpets, maybe more.
Dainty apple blossom petals
Shall be scattered at your feet,
As you bow your head in homage
To the king you are to meet.


With a heart bursting with wonder
You will hastily be brought,
To the throne of his most highness
Far across the royal court,
Threading through the marble towers
Of an ornate colonnade,
And a troupe of prancing dragons
With their riders on parade.


Seated high upon a pumpkin
In a matching orange gown,
Curly shoes of bright green velvet
And an elderflower crown,
The king shall bid you welcome
With a beaming toothy grin,
As he beckons to the minstrel
For the music to begin.


With his beard like cotton candy
Waving wildly in the air,
As he slides down to embrace you
From atop his lofty chair,
Both your arms shall link together
To the fiddler's merry tune,
Clicking heels and laughing loudly
As you skip around the room.


In the magic of the moment
You will give yourself to fun,
As the mischief making monarch
Tweaks your ears and cracks a pun,
All those cares your heart now carries
Shall dissolve and simply be
Lost in wondrous celebration
Of a pixie jamboree!


© 2018 Adam Latham


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Reading this makes me very envious! I love your rhyme & rhythm & storytelling, strongly sustained thru a long interesting tale. At first, some of your imagery seemed to mimic this genre, a little "typical" (haven't we seen that exact mushroom on facebook a hundred times?) But as soon as we start moving thru the house, your zingy originality kicks in. This really did feel like we were moving thru this place & checking it all out. Your descriptions are dancing, esp. the king's attire. This kind of writing is right up my alley & I wish I could pull off something as intricate as this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Hello, Adam! : )
I am so pleased I chose this wonderfully imaginative, beautifully rendered, flowing Octave Suite of Hymnal-like verses.
The abcbdefe, etc; rhyme-scheme, in spot-on rhymes and a musical rhythm is simply a perfect fit for conveying this fantasy tale that children of all ages (even adult children) can so easily become enchanted by and lost in.
Your syntax sings and skips smoothly across each line, seamlessly from line-to-line, and verse-to-verse, creating an ambience that sheds one world, while deftly sweeping us into that of The Pixie King.
Great picture, too, that would be nicely displayed above your poem in full size for best effect.

Adam, I think you you are a brilliant poet, one whom I am most happy to have found and enjoyed.
Thank you for the special treat of sharing your excellent work … sincerely! ⁓ Richard : )

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Adam Latham
Adam Latham

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom



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