Deep in the enchanted forest Under mossy rocks and water-reeds I found an iron-bar door Lying over a sinkhole in the creek bed
I wondered and yelled out Eerily, a gentle voice replied “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, peering up from lower in the chasm I witnessed that the small luminous eyes Of Earth’s guardian faeries Were en masse, joyless, and crying
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “UntilEyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Exposed’ in October 2020, and the Haiku will be the opening piece in the ‘Haiku’ section ofChapter 10 . Short Poems: Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Others.
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Where Have the Faeries Gone?”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/where-have-the-faeries-gone/
Music/Video: by Sigur Ros, “Ylur”, translated means, Warmth
Over at “Moonwashed Musings!”The Weekly Prompt is the above Featured Image and the words – Somehow-cozy … Please visit Eugi’s wonderful site by clicking on >> HERE …
Over at Weekly Prompts, the word: Backwards is the Weekend Challenge. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. – Below, I followed Sue’s suggestion and went “Backwards” through my files and found this intriguing piece from September 2017 Featured Image: Artwork, by Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my amazing niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, and I think this was the first design that she created for my poetry website.
Burning the Fears
I’m frightened, and too scared to show my face
And knowingly, I’m arriving late
The ghouls are spying from the hill
And lower fools are poisoning her will
Underneath her, a wicker complete
Above, she’s suspended from a stake
The bonfires started, against the rules
And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools
Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite
The flames are crackling below her tonight
And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams
But there’s not a whimper! Within she beams
And secretly, I see her black cat’s drowning tears