Clara

Clara the last fairy

Clara was the last Fey child
And although rather meek and mild
She watched the human children play
Before they went to school each day

The fairies were a dying race
She'd watched with tears on her face
The trees torn down the trampled seed
Their homes destroyed by human greed

She listened to the forest cry
They didn't hear- she wondered why
They fought they broke they lied they killed
They'd tear things down and then rebuild

The churches flats and market stalls
No thought for nature, none at all
The animals all went to hide
When all the trees and flowers died

She needed them to understand
what they were doing to the land
Although she'd tried they couldn't hear
The fairy begging in their ears

The forest drained of all it's power
She sat on the last wilted flower
Clara thought it rather tragic
The end of all the forests magic

She knew when the last flower died
So would she because inside
she was magic, pure and sweet
and couldn't live on tarmac streets

The last flower soon died and fell
In that old bracken fairy dell
Clara sat and started to cry
As she felt all the magic fading inside

The last of magic the last little fey
The world became darker and colder that day

Reviews

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... sometimes the magic in a verse transcends the magic that the poet intended ... sometimes the music of a verse transcends the melody embedded by the poet ... sometimes the pain in a verse is so immensely intense that is screams for help transcending the poetic lines of its silent expression ... this is one such verse ... a simple and elegant tale ... narrated eloquently ... moving ... and silently overwhelming ... the rhyme in this verse lends it a chant-like quality ... a prayer-like dimension ... this is that teardrop weeping woefully for everything that's beautiful ... "The trees torn down the trampled seed" ... "Their homes destroyed by human greed" ... "They'd tear things down and then rebuild" ... "No thought for nature, none at all" ... "She sat on the last wilted flower" ... "Clara thought it rather tragic" ... "she was magic, pure and sweet" ... "and couldn't live on tarmac streets" ... "The last of magic the last little fey" ... "The world became darker and colder that day" ... are lines that are simply outstanding and exceptional ... not just for their poetic excellence but the central issue of environmental preservation that they bring to the fore ... what a mesmerizing and moving expression of concern for an issue that is so central to human existence ... a memorable verse ... simply unforgettable ... also for its modern-day fairytale like expression and narration ... a very enriching read ... it fills the soul ... and the last line of this verse is brilliance in simplicity at its best ... "the world became darker and colder that day" ... resounds and echoes ... makes one sit up and think ... knocks one out of that urbane slumber of ignorance ... or worst still ... of indifference ... clara comes to life ... and leaves too ... but not without an immeasurable impact ... which is enlightening too ...

[mrityunjay]

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