The March of the Faerie Host
In well planned battle array,
Ahead of their fair Chieftain,
They march wielding blue spears,
White, curly headed bands.
They scatter the armies of the foe,
They ravage every land,
Splendidly they march into battle,
Impetuous, glamourous, avenging host!
No wonder their strength be great:
Sons of Kings and Queens are one and all.
On all their heads are set
Beautiful manes of yellow-gold.
Their bodies comely, smooth,
Their eyes bright, blue-starred,
Pure crystal their teeth,
Thin their red lips.
Good they are at man-slaying.
Irish, 15th Century
Filed under Poetry & Prose | Comment (0)Oh, What Is That In The Hollow?
Oh what is that in the Hollow?
Oh my, It looks like a Fellow!
There is moss on his teeth,
And vines underneath,
And his skin is a terrible yellow.
By the twilight the forest is scary!
So we followed the track from the dairy.
Then we saw him below,
by the pale moon’s glow,
He was maybe done in by a Faerie?
(A slightly irreverent poem written by Doktor A, inspired by my favourite ever painting, Oh What is That in the Hollow by Edward Robert Hughes…)
Filed under Poetry & Prose | Comment (0)Teasel Down
She turns and twirls in meadow dance
A wild fair Fae at play
Then hides behind a Buttercup
With coy sweet blush dismay
For blue her cornflower petal dress
Lost petals ‘midst the fray
Whilst shaking all the Teasel down
To help it on it’s way.
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The Fairies Wink
A fleeting flutter, nimble quick.
A fairy flit round new leaf tip.
Gave me a wink; try this one sip.
From acorn cup put to my lip.
Upon my tongue sweet nectar drop.
My world did spin and then did stop.
And blinking much I realised.
I now had wings and was her size.
Surprised, I found another change.
My manly body rearranged.
A female form did now have I.
She winked again that naughty eye.
Then flew me gently hand in hand.
And lay me down on velvet land.
Embraced and kissed me softly and …
I’ve long forgot I was a man.
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Arrane ny Ferishyn – Song of the Fairies
Cred dy jinnagh yn slouree as y drolloo
Troggal seose ayns caggey cheoie;
Maidjey’n phot, as ny jystyn ooilley,
Ooilley felyral nol-ry-hoi ?
Maidjey’n phot as ny vuirdyn klarklagh,
Cressad, goggan, jyst as claare,
Ooilley caggey, scryssey dy, sonnaasagh,
Tra vecagh oo cleddit er y laare.
Cred dy jinnagh yn Tarroo-ushtey spottagh,
As yn Ghlashtin oo y ghoalll,
As yn Fenoderee yn glionney, sprangagh,
Cloolesagh y yannoo jeed nol’n voal ?
Finn McCoole, as ooilley e heshaght,
Ferrish ny glionney, as y Vuggane,
Dy lymsagh ad cooidjagh mysh dty lhiabbee,
Eisht role ad lesh oo ayns suggane.
(And now in English:)
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