Ethereal Enchantment

A fairy Poem

Deep in the forests of once upon a time
They flit and they float, shimmering, flying
Deep in the forests of story and rhyme
They glide here and there, laughing, undying-

Those strange mysterious forms of lore
Those winged nymphs, filled with perplexity
Filled with mystery of that ancient yore
They glide graceful, slender and pretty

Who are these tiny ethereal things?
Who are these beauties of the mist?
What makes them shine with gossamer wings?
How can such enchanting souls exist?

They fly untouched by mortal men
And they sing with runic harmony
Laughing and dancing again and again
In that strange unceasing fairy jubilee

Deep in the forests of once upon a time
They flit and they float, shimmering, flying
Deep in the forests of story and rhyme
They glide here and there, laughing, undying

Author's Note

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Reviews

[LSS]

You write so beautifully, your poetry flows smoothly as it tells the story. I did not feel like I was reading a poem but a story of imaginary flights almost seen on the lawn. How prettily told and seen thru your imaginary eyes brings them to life for us too admire and wonder at too. Thank you, your verse was magical.
LSS

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

Sounds like this takes place somewhere within Never-Never Land. This was a very fun poem with excellent rhythm (no awkward areas at all). I loved your line about singing with runic harmony. I enjoyed reading this, great work.