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.

[Greg the Bard]

The Conan Doyle fairies came form a set of pictures taken by two little girls that hokes the entire country of Britian for many years. This poem is much further along that even those pic's could ever go. I love the flow and the point you are making. I like the last stanza the most. It seems to bring the poem to a conclusion and at the same time giveing the reader a testomony.

[Emily B]

A lovely, lilting song. Thank you for sending it my way.

[Ice QueenJen]

Very beautiful poem- shows a delicate side of our lives. Sometimes I wish I could fly around like a fairy, go and check other things out.

[Pema Dorje]

there were Faries at the end of your pen, and the world it your fingertips, and the sky in your hand... awesome write ... i saw Fairies spiral and glinting in columns of sunlight at a Japanese Garden the other day... they move in unison while dancing in the air...

[Donald Meikle]

Second childhood? (I'm on me third) and there's so much more to see!!

[Sean Allen]

If the purpose of this poem is to make the reader, young or old, see fairies flying around, then my friend, you have succeeded!

[Hawksmoor]

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

I gotta tell ya, the entire piece is good, but this...

...this is GREAT writing, man.

Hawksmoor...From The Bleed.

[Vanessa Whiteley]

This stanza is stunning.

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

[Miss Prince]

YAY for poems about hope! Well, that's what I got out of it.

It feels very hopeful, fantasy-esque (I know there's a real word for that, but it's midnight and I'm tired, so you must bare with me), as if a child is singing, or an adult is dreaming. Does that make sense? I hope that makes sense. It makes sense in my head. :)

Fabulous, as always.

[Jessica Lohman]

I loved these lines:

"No longer in moods
To chase
The luck we had when young"

It's not over until it's over...but it is amazing how the energy and passions of our youth we think we be beside us forever and dims as we mature. Excellent read. I particularly like the ability this poem has to relate to multiple-ages. Thank you for sharing with me.