Crystabel and Elf - Part 1A Poem by Tom BensonA mini-series about fairies ...
Crystabel wiped pollen,
from her mouth and nose.
Something had just fallen,
onto a nearby rose.
A short flight to the flower,
then landed on a petal.
She didn't hide or cower,
a fairy of some mettle.
Her tiny palms she held,
below sweet ruby lips.
A magic word she spelled,
then blew her finger tips.
A shimmering of gold,
landed on the being.
'Please come alive … unfold.'
Some goodness she was freeing.
*
As dust and pollen moved,
arms, wings, legs appeared.
The shapelessness improved,
as particles all cleared.
'Och HADES yer' nae man …
come oot here noo an' fight …
Ye'd never beat oor clan …
even wi' yer might !'
'Ma name is Elf MacFee,
an' I'm prepared to die.
Wings broken noo maybe,
but take ye on a'll try …'
*
Crystabel sat smiling,
radiating beauty.
Her sweet face was beguiling,
to look good was her duty.
'Hello my handsome friend!'
she called to Elf MacFee.
'Your journey's reached it's end,
in England now you'll be …'
*
Elf MacFee looked 'round,
fists resting on his hips.
Saw Crystabel and found,
no words would leave his lips.
*
'Speechless are you now,
my distant Scottish friend?
At least I have know-how,
your gossamer to mend.'
*
Elf then tried his wings,
they wouldn't move at all.
He said, 'Ye' ken those things,
on magic can ye' call?'
'For you I will my friend,
your damage temporary.
I'll use a special blend,
to help you fly Scots fairy.'
* * *
to be continued …
© 2011 Tom BensonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 8, 2011 Last Updated on August 14, 2011 AuthorTom BensonNortheast England, United KingdomAbout* Updated - 12th February 2021: Served 23 years in the British Army, 1969 - 1992. Retail Management from 1992 - 2012. I joined Writer's Cafe in 2009 but I wasn't happy with my efforts so my mem.. more..Writing
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