How make a butterfly immortal
I clicked the shutter a hundred times, To capture a moment so sublime A glimpse of beauty, bold yet shy, Beneath green leaves and open sky. To hold her safe from time’s decay, And on the film, she’ll forever stay.
The Last Petal
The Last Petal Poised on the edge, She lingered yet another moment her duty nearly done. All alone, a quiet herald before the blazing orange faded, Burning bright against the rainy gloom Like a flame Whispering to the wind: “There will be more And they will be orange, too.”
Wayward Wildflowers
Is there anything more defiant than a crowd of Mexican sunflowers in full bloom, against the rainy grey gloom like a blazing bonfire flaring on a misty twilight hillside? Their colours clash with the brooding sky, refusing to soften or match its mood, refusing to blend or understand the sky’s grief. Each petal stands mischievously, […]
Des fleurs pour la reine
Un bouquet pour la reine des fées. Violet et rose, les plus belles fleurs. Embrassé par la rosée et béni par le soleil. Qui ne sourirait pas à cette vue ?
Spring Court
An emerald vine crept up a dying trunk, Mossy and wet with the morning dew. Tiny white blossoms adorned her joints, Each leaf a crown in verdant hue. The Spring Court of the faerie waits, For the arrival of their glorious king. This stump his throne in a patch of light, Brushed by the whiff […]
The Fairy Spindler
In twilight hush before the moon, Amidst the leaves in shadowy gloom, I found a spindler, secretly, Weaving, weaving, ceaselessly. Silver threads, so fine, so light, Spun for fairy folk at night— Stoles and sashes for their queens, Cloaks and tunics for their kings. Dewdrops laced each garment bright, To shimmer soft in silver light, […]
Coronation
I met a fairy in twilight, Weaving pearls in cool moonlight. “To whom you make these jewels bright?” I asked, impressed by that fair sight. “When the moon is up and the time is right, I weave these for the Queen’s delight— To bring her beauty, grand and might, When she sits on the throne […]
Ballad of the Fae
Catch the moon and spin them tight Make the moody gloaming bright Let the fairies come in flight Make a ball, the lonesome night Gild the trees in silver lace Hide the stars behind their face Bid the owls to keep the pace While music haunts the shadowy space Cobwebs studded with glinting dew Jasmines […]
Enchanted Boat Orchids
Garlands made for the fairy folk Cover an old trunk like a cloak Jewels adorned on a silver stalk Gives us many a tale to talk Each bloom a brooch, that murmurs sly Of moonlit feasts and wings that fly In shadows where the green moss lie, They nod and greet the passersby.
Beneath the Hydrangea
A flower admired from the front, yet few ever glimpse the enchanted realm she guards beneath her petals. A secret realm of light and shadow, where stems rise like pale trees, and silence hums with forgotten magic.