Poem The Fairy Forest
The poem below was written by Jane from the UK who was inspired by the secret forest near the Flaggy Shore.
The fairy forest, west coast.
Silence drops a silk veil as we enter the woods.
A sober crowd, one by one
Stepping gingerly over
The rocks that make
A stile
Then, of a sudden, cold air brushes faces, thighs.
Fairies’ breath.
Diamonds of light burst through woodland leaves
Intense as stars in foamy light of Green
pulses of energy leaping leaf tip to leaf tip;
Soft dappled dancing light
Circling the forest
Like wedding rings.
Tendrils twist across our path
stinging arms and legs;
Branches of hazel and blackthorn
Snap back
Into the silence.
Stillness all around.
Even the clump clump of our thick boots is muffled
against the mossy earth.
I scoop the soil between thumb and fingers.
The peat springs back, smelling sweet and loamy.
There is so much beauty here –
This fairy dell
Where lichen glistens on ivy-gripped branches
Ferns emerge nodding from lousy logs
And in the shadows of the moon
The chocolate pine martin stares; a fox trots quietly by;
Badgers root for berries
And soft-lipped moths slip from silky slumber
into the still night air.
Reviewed 9th March 2018
