Tag: Fantasy

Throwback Friday, Lost In Space

Penned in June 2020, now relaunched for Throwback Friday — a flight through memory and space, chasing love through the stars.


Two glimpses of flight — the bird and the moon — guiding the way toward her celestial star.





Lost In Space (Revised)

I’m leaving this land of lost grace
And flying off into space
It’s time to run away
My aircraft, Itmims, is leaving today

Love is a stowaway in the heart
And love needs a head start
Somewhere in this universe
There’s love waiting in her celestial purse





Let the music drift with you into the long dark, where love still finds its way.




Ivor Steven ©  June 2026

A Magic Mushroom Party

A moonlit whisper drifts across the strawberry field, where the night’s small wonders gather for their secret celebration.





A Magical Mushroom Party


Did you hear — on the grapevine
about the magic mushroom party?
The local fungi
have peacefully impregnated
the neighbourhood strawberry field
and all moonlit buttons are welcome.
Grab an umbrella and your gumboots,
bring your own spores and a watering can.

…join the cheery clan,
there’s plenty of toadstools,
and the soirée’s fairy rings
of our magical and mysterious land
have conjured up the old Beatles band.






And as the fairy rings keep peacefully humming, the old songs rise again beneath the glowing caps of night.





Ivor Steven ©  June 2026

Beyond the Pink Horizon

In the hush of twilight, a pink glow threaded the treeline — a hint of the hidden realm where fairies hover above the causeway, chorusing something tender and otherworldly





Beyond the Pink Horizon

Deep behind the trees’ silhouettes
and beyond the horizon’s pink curtain,
in that ambiguous twilight zone
there lies an earthly paradise —
a glimmering crimson kingdom
where our magical, luminous fairies hide.

And I wonder: where is the missing archway
into this purple-haze never never land,
or is it simply reality’s mysterious causeway
calling me through the transient light.






Through the transient glow, the fairies’ lullaby drifts across the horizon.




Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026

Throwback Friday, A Torn Thesaurus

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2022) is drawn from my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound. It appears in Chapter 5: Observation, Until Eyes Hear Sound.





A Torn Thesaurus

With my fiddle and riddles
Here in the middle
Of this unopened universe
Time spirals in reverse

Quills fly in from cyberspace
As alien words unravel and interlace
A torn thesaurus is my database
I wonder
Have I landed in the right place?








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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

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Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Throwback Friday, Where Have the Fairies Gone?

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in August 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Fairyland section of Chapter 9, Humour, Fantasy, and Fairyland: Timeless


Where Have The Fairies Gone?


Deep in the enchanted woods
Under mossy rocks and water-reeds
I saw an iron-bar prison door
Lying over a cave in the dry creek bed

I wondered and yelled out
“Hello! Is anyone down there?”
Eerily, a gentle voice whispered
“Do not worry, we are sheltering here.”
“Why are you hiding?” I inquired
“We are waiting for humanity
to stop the carnage on our planet.”

Then, peeping up from lower in the chasm
I witnessed that the small luminous eyes
Of Earth’s guardian faeries
Were joyless and crying



Music/Video: by Sigur Ros, “Ylur”, translated means, Warmth




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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  January 2026

Autumn Leaves and Bees Knees





Autumn Leaves and Bees Knees

Deep among the forest’s magical trees
Where the rowdy snails do as they please
There is a secret garden for frolicking fairies
Their cabbage patch is made from layers
Of interwoven autumn leaves and bee’s knees
Spread upon leftover leprechaun sleeves

Here, the sprites flit in on the breeze
With an occasional wheeze and sneeze
Sometimes the bold winter freeze
Gives them an overfriendly squeeze
And you’ll hear the fairies squeal in Sinhalese





Ivor Steven (c) June 2025

There’s No Exit! (a Tanka)

It’s another hot day here in Geelong, and after our early morning walk, we have been inside avoiding the heat haze. I’ve been writing, and Frankie has been snoozing. The heat haze seems to have sent my computer into a discombobulated maze!



There’s No Exit (a Tanka)

In a daze, I gaze
At my screen full of X-Rays
My mind is ablaze
Analyzing the next phrase
There’s no exit to this maze!







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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

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Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books



OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com





Ivor Steven (c) March 2025

Beware! Alien Eyes (a Haiku)





Beware! Alien Eyes
(a Haiku)

Inside the storm clouds

Yellow alien eyes looked down

On our wounded ground







Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)

Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me direct for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com





Ivor Steven (c) May 2024

Flying High in the Full Moon Sky

Matilda shows me how to push start the flight …

Matilda takes me through the process of gliding into the sky … he made it look easy!!

“Our” full moon photos from tonight, 8.30 pm (just after sunset), 9.30 pm, 10.30 pm, and midnight.

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Expect … you may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here. …
In my poem below, Matilda and I are “expecting” to see the full moon tonight.



Flying High in the Full Moon Sky

 
 
During our walkies, this morning 
I enjoyed a friendly chat 
With Matilda the Magpie 

“Good morning, Matilda 
as you know, later today 
the full moon is going to be on show 
and I was wondering 
could I come and fly with you?  
for a clear aerial view” 

“You are more than welcome Ivor 
however, when was the last time you went flying?” 

“Five years ago, my friend 
when I flew to Philadelphia”  

“Oh, you will be a bit rusty 
and now you are a 72-year-old 
so best we have a practice run”

“Good idea, Matilda  
I suppose it is like riding a bike 
my wings will automatically remember  
how to give me a push start  
and then my gliding skills will return”  

I am pleased to say  
The training session went well 
Matilda and I 
Will be flying high  
Side by side 
In tonight’s full moon sky 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

A Star Called Home 





A Star Called Home  


I am high flying  

On the back of Phillip 

My mystical fairy Penguin 


I am the co-pilot 

As we zoom over the halfway marker  

That line in the sand 

Now, there is no turning back 


We are a dynamic duo 

Wholeheartedly committed 

To fulfill our dreams 


Ungainly we may be 

As we skim above the deepest sea 

Toward the blue horizon 

Chasing the cosmic sky 

Looking for a star called home