Fearie and Fox

Dreams can be fickle and misunderstood... they can also hold powerful emotions.

Emerald reflections.
Soft bed of moss.
Crystal reflections.
Faerie sits on Waters edge.

The Mother awaits her offering.
The Fae adds to the pool-
Broken. Suffering.

Red Reflections.
The fox smiles-
The memory of entrapment,
And the separating miles-
The Faerie calls.
Tinkling. Crystaline.

Nuzzle between the breasts,
The fox soothes the broken heart.
The Mother breezes the soul-
The Fae falls at water edge.

Author's Note

This may be rambling, but it was a very powerful dream... I just can't think of a better way to put it.

Reviews

[Truman S. Booth]

No, definitely not rambling. You can feel the power behind it. I love dreams, and writing about them at all seems to take away from their original splendor--but taking the time to craft a poem about it, and having it turn out this good, is extremely admirable. Well done.

My favorite line--I'm not sure why--is "The Fae adds to the pool-
Broken. Suffering." You never even say "She's crying" but that's the immediate image, soaked in much more detail. Brilliant writing.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Beautiful descriptive piece. Captures a dream admirably! Good work.

[Eile MacIntyre]

Brilliant! I love this way too much for it to be normal. I think the last verse carries so much, its definetly my favorite part.