Poetry About Fairies

Fairies dwell in the spaces between shadows, in the dew of a morning petal and the rustle of a leaf. This collection explores the lore of the fae - the tricksters, the guardians, and the ethereal light of the 'other' world.

Step into the fairy ring and listen to the music of the wild, where magic is not a myth but a whisper just beyond hearing.

Featured Poems

The Gossamer Wing

A glimpse into the delicate architecture of the unseen.

Caught in the corner of a squinted eye, a fracture in the afternoon light.
They do not fly as birds do, but dance in the gaps between one breath and the next.

- Siobhan O'Malley

The Price of the Ring

On the danger of stepping into common magic.

Do not taste the silver fruit, nor dance where the grass is bent.
For the rhythm is older than human root, and the heart that is lost is only lent to the sound of a hidden flute.

- Leigh Hunt

Midnight Revel

The hidden celebrations that occur while humans sleep.

Between the roots of the ancient elm, the moss becomes a velvet floor.
They pour the moon into acorn cups and drink until the dawn is at the door, sovereigns of a secret realm.

- Marcus Thorne

Classic Voices

The Fairies

by William Allingham (1850)

A classic Victorian poem about the mischievous hidden folk.

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!

The Stolen Child (Excerpt)

by William Butler Yeats (1886)

The seductive call of the faery world.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

A Fairy Song

by William Shakespeare (1595)

From A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere.

Micro Verses

The flowers bloom at the speed of a wing beating in the dark.

- Julian Thorne

Magic is just nature with the lights turned up.

- Clara Holm

Listen for the silence where the crickets refuse to sing.

- Silas Vance

The mushroom's shade is a palace for the wise.

- Maren Grey

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