~ The Fairy Grandmother ~

There was a fairy Grandmother
of such a tiny size
who lived inside a toadstool house and
rode on butterflies.
She had the kind of energy that
that others of her age
could really only dream about,
her Secret was in sage.

This Aromatic wonder bush gave
her the greatest wealth.
She Sold her little remedies that
brought optimal health.
She looked out for the insect realm
and frogs and rodents too.
When any animal would ail, she’d
Know just what to do.

Each little bird that hurt his wing,
would soon be flying high,
with Mother Nature’s remedies
he'd soar back to the sky.
Her tiny little healing hands worked
wonders everywhere, though she
couldn’t fly at all herself she
Never did despair.

Her little wings were old and torn,
her clothes a little tattered, and
She was of the greatest age, not
That this really mattered.
This silver headed fairy she was
three hundred years old, so
now she started getting frail and
Really felt the cold.

She lost the stardust from her wings
but not her heart of gold,
and did so many wondrous things
so Centuries have told.
Where she is I’d love to know, she
She Holds so many tales
of Magick and enchantment,
and frogs and slugs and snails.

©Ananya

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~ Fae Broken Wing ~

Under a Bramble bush hidden from sight
Amongst fragrant petals the purest of white
Came almost from nowhere a heart broken cry,
Yet nobody heard it and just passed on by.

Weeping and mournful so sad and forlorn,
With Gossamer wings looking tattered and torn.
A sprinkling of fairy dust sparkled nearby,
But this little lost fairy could no longer fly.

Giving up hope as she’d called out for hours,
She curled up and snuggled up tight in the flowers.
Hoping the Sun would come back again soon,
She bid her Goodnight to the stars and the moon.

Lost in her slumber and soft floral bed,
She was quite unaware of what hung over head,
For quickly and neatly a spider did spin
Not only a web, but a patch for her wing!

With sheer silken thread he worked hard until dawn,
Mending these wings all tattered and torn.
Restored to perfection, off spider did creep.
Leaving before she arose from her sleep.

Startled, she woke from a sprinkling shower as
A dewdrop came splashing right into her flower.
Stretching and yawning she greeted the sun,
Straightening her tiny wings out one by one.

Fluttering and sparkling like never before
She smiled with contentment, bewildered for sure,
But glanced at the glimmering cobweb nearby,
And needing no answers took straight to the sky.

Twirling and rising she fluttered with glee.
Flying with butterflies, spirit so free.
She hovered and floated her freedom re-found,
Happy her feet were not firm on the ground.

©Ananya

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~ Down at the bottom of the Garden ~

Have you ever thought at night
as you lay down your head,
about the little fairies
down by the garden shed?
For as you slumber sweetly on your
pillow stuffed with feathers
those little sprites are having fun in
just about all weathers!

Leap-frogging the toadstools.
Showering in the rain.
Diving in the puddles.
Jacuzzi in the drain!
Flying with the butterflies.
Dancing in a ring.
Catching jars of moon dust.
Flying on a wing.

Floating on the snowflakes.
Skating on the ice.
Sliding down the rooftops.
Riding little mice.
Curling up in flowerpots,
hide and seek they’ll play,
until the sun begins to rise and
dawns the brand new day.

Behold the magic garden,
enchantment seems to fade,
though nature blossoms bountifully
the sprites no longer play,
but when the sun starts sleeping,
and the moon arrives at eve,
then If you watch real carefully,
like me you’ll soon believe.

©Ananya

 

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