Conan Doyle's Faries

 

Let us begin

When we’re caught on a whim

That remembers us

Moving through air

With open, young faces bare

To watch us go

 

Changes as light

Hit within our sight

The feeling

Moving through air

Loving compare

Voices beware

Before we’re smiling

 

High as our senses falling feel

With method to our sadness

Among ourselves

We hit the ground below

 

And dying we wonder

That light from our hunger

Will follow our humours long stunned

We’ve moved to a place

No longer in moods

To chase

The luck we had when young

 

Still all that we offer

We cannot command

The world at our fingertips

The sky in our hand.

Reviews

[Vallerie]

This feels as though it could be life's twilight reflecting on the sunrise of life. All the mysteries in between--some are answered and others may never be.

Again Ken the flow of your work is wonderful like these lines "And dying we wonder
That light from our hunger" so easy and perfect like they have been married for all eternity.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Ken,

I may have wandered far off to left field's greenery of vegetative thinking's conclusions here, but the very title, coupled with the fine poetry to follow line by line, brings to mind Arthur Conan Doyle, and his Sherlock Holmes, but most of all his wonderful tale of The Lost World ... Thoroughly enjoyable read that, even if I did misinterpret your hints of meaning, took me back to the years of my youth when I devotedly immersed myself within the tales and stories of a writer whom I shall endeavor to insure is never forgotten ...

Marve

[Ken Simm.]

Aside from mispelling Faeries the title at least is based on a story from the early parts of the 20thcentury when two Yorkshire school girls said they found faeries at the bottom of their garden and took obviously, (except for one) faked photographs of them. Didn't have photshop then. And Conan Doyle who was fascinated apparently in all things paranormal believed them. Thank you so much for your illuminating review of this old one Marvin. I appreciate it.

[Neville]

Conan Doyle's Faries really need to put in a show once in every while otherwise folk will begin to doubt them.... appearances such as this, are always welcome and must be appreciated... when first read, I must confess, I thought the cursor had taken me by some obscure route to one of my own pages.. long forgot.. but then quickly realised.. had I crafted anything like this, I would have certainly remembered... I blame the poppy .. or used to... Cheers Ken

[Jimmy Yetts]

For the creator of Sherlock Holmes, master of deduction--and one of my favorite fictional characters--Conan Doyle, in real life, often appeared to be out-of-touch with reality. He was convinced that Houdini performed real magic--despite being repeatedly told by Houdini, himself, that such was not the case. Taken in by his day's rather obvious charlatans, he frequently supported their claims to be legitimate mediums. Seems to me, Doyle should probably have come up with "The Pink Panther," not the brilliant, futuristic Mr. Holmes.
In any event, as to the fairies affair, I defer to Mr. Kortas's interpretation.
Your poem, a lovely melancholy apology, greatly ennobles.
(Intriguing painting!)

[Ken Simm.]

Many, many thanks once more my friend for trawling through my meanderings. You obviously know the story.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Hmm, I really like this poem. Great write!!!

Heather

[Tania Leigh]

Great piece here, Ken!

I love this last stanza in particular --- it stands on its own and speaks volumes:

"Still all that we offer
We cannot command
The world at our fingertips
The sky in our hand."

[Reese]

I really like how you have captured the tone perfectly. It has a wistfulness about it that is very touching. Rx

[SM Davis]

Arthur was a character to be viewed....There is nothing to fear but fear itself... he said....
I love the feel of this. as you know fairies are among my most favorite mystical creatures. Admiration due well here.

[W.k.kortas]

One of the reasons (I would argue, anyway) is that the faries and the photos weren't dismissed out of hand as sheer lunacy is that--then as now--we so want to believe in all they represented. You've captured that longing and hunger (and the painful fall) eloquently and aptly in this piece. A fine piece of writing.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beautiful words although woeful in a sense. A wonderful read...thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Gandré]

your poetry is fitting to your photographs!