A Fairy Child...

[Little Gal]

I will shake off grown blossoms from the branches
I will wait for new butterflies in their nest
I will find where the stream has met the valley
I will find where summer’s gone to rest.


I will run up and down with no reason
Brown mountains hard and looking grim
I will put my feet in waves where sand won’t find them
I will sit for days on a rock by the spring.


I will make ripples in dirty little waters
Fill my shoes with mud and stone and dust
I’ll raise whirlwinds by stirring twigs and flowers
For my paper ship, I’ll make a sunny mast.


I will steal breezes and hide them in my palms
I’ll sit down in burrows deep and smile
I will make me wings of feathers white and golden
I will sing as though I were a fairy child.

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[YesNo]

I enjoyed this. You have defined a "fairy child" as one who is attentive to the ordinary finding it very interesting which seems to me to be a worthwhile goal.

[Little Gal]

For me nothing is ordinary really...I feel magic is always intertwined with it and vice versa...
I thank you for appreciating it... :)

[cafolini]

For me nothing is ordinary really...I feel magic is always intertwined with it and vice versa...
I thank you for appreciating it... :)

Very good. Yes, magic is an integral part of anything you can think. If you don't let it be, you just think you think.

[Charles Darnay]

For me nothing is ordinary really...I feel magic is always intertwined with it and vice versa...
I thank you for appreciating it... :)

Admirable. And I think your poem reflects this very well.

One line that I have a question about is in the second stanza: "...Brown mountains hard and looking grim"

This is the only line in the poem that does not reflect a singular action, but rather carries on from the previous line. Every other line is a complete action. I was wondering if there is any reason for this?

[Little Gal]

Very good. Yes, magic is an integral part of anything you can think. If you don't let it be, you just think you think.

:) yes

[Little Gal]

Admirable. And I think your poem reflects this very well.

One line that I have a question about is in the second stanza: "...Brown mountains hard and looking grim"

This is the only line in the poem that does not reflect a singular action, but rather carries on from the previous line. Every other line is a complete action. I was wondering if there is any reason for this?


I am glad you liked it.
Answering your question...
Reason yes, there is...
The form is a place of endless fascination for me
I love breaking up lines into fragments or sometimes prolonging them to a length... it is either unacceptable or perfect or remains like a rugged misfit...
The lines were becoming circular... it was just a different breath inserted... :)

Will surely read ... :)

[Devilio]

I will run up and down with no reason
Brown mountains hard and looking grim
I will put my feet in waves where sand won’t find them
I will sit for days on a rock by the spring

Now this is how you become a child and make others. It makes me go back in time and remember all our done and undone wishes.

[Little Gal]

I will run up and down with no reason
Brown mountains hard and looking grim
I will put my feet in waves where sand won’t find them
I will sit for days on a rock by the spring

Now this is how you become a child and make others. It makes me go back in time and remember all our done and undone wishes.

much the same for me devilio... u r a mind reader... :)

[Little Gal]

Very good.http://www.nobod.info/g.gif

Thanks.