The Twilight Realm

For those who know and know how much they still don't know. Bloodfever


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I remember falling as a child

And being lifted by a faerie-wild

She kissed my cheek and mussed my hair

And then she wasn’t there.


Some blind folk see the fairies clear,

For faeries are always close or near;

Oh, better far than what we see

Are faerie wings that brush our faces

Like spiders’ webs or shimmering laces.


Such magical, lovely, lonely things.

A rustle in the wind reminds us

A faerie sprite is near:

Shush! Do not scare her.

She is full of fear until her night is spent

Her tears upon the pillow-scent…


The crow she sings her lullaby as harsh as harsh can be

But the golden faerie goddess makes it so lovely for me.





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John Marks

Tue 5th Nov 2019 22:56

Thank you Kate and thank you poemagraphic, I am always grateful for your words.

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Kate G

Tue 5th Nov 2019 22:17

Aaagh John. You never disappoint. Whimsical and lovely.

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Tue 5th Nov 2019 21:37

OMG John
I have missed this so much.

You have such a way of beguilement that is such a rare quality, seldom seen,seldom recognised... Always desired and always leaving one waiting, needing more.

So Haunting John
Thank you

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