FAIRY EXTREME BY FIONA CUMMINGS

FAIRY EXTREME

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

The red and white spotted mushroom

Deep in the forest surrounded by bloom

Little did anyone know

Just the little rabbit colour of snow

He visited each day

He loved to play

With the little pixies who lived below

One called silver

And the other Yoyo

Silver wore sparkly boots

 And carried bricks

He pretended he was a builder

And Yoyo did tricks

With minuscule juggling balls

You would hear his calls  

For forest friends to come and see

Just how magical Yoyo could be

He would say “Look up?

And there would be a giant buttercup

In the centre of the flower

Would be a bumble bee

With wings full of power

Flapping making pots of honey

Yoyo was so funny

He would rub his teeny tummy

And burp like a squeaky mouse

But always said pardon

Silver would build a house

With a colourful garden

Using wood chips he called bricks

Paint a purple door

And an orange floor

Green windows

With a picket fence

And make a little seat like a garden bench

From twigs make a rod

And Yoyo would put fish in a pond

That really was a puddle

Then pixie Fifi

Who loved to cuddle?

Barnaby the snow white bunny

Then there was Elfie

He was always filthy

Rolling in the forest mud

Always up to no good

Such fun could be had

Near the secret mushroom

Always good never bad

But first signs of humans

It was time to hide

Trampled on with humungous boots

And bikes children would ride

Grant would trot along

But life still did carry on

When it was dusk

Play time was a must

The little pixie family

Came out from the spotted toadstool

Once again Yoyo could play the fool

Silver was the builder

And how could we forget Elfie

With mud on his nose

And dirty little clothes

Cheekily in front of the camera

Striking a pose

But who takes the picture?

Bugul /Noz, a sly creature

He yearns for human companionship

So he will run to people with his photos in hand

And tell tales of this secret land

So why’s Barnaby the only creature to come along?

 Is it because he is an Ellyllon

A diaphanous fairy in animal form

We have to protect fairyAsrai

 Who would blow away in a storm

Bedtime now tiny elves do yawn

Though the sky is awake by the dawn

Next time you are walking along

In forests so green

Watched out for signs

Perhaps the fairy queen?

But don’t tell a single person

Let this be a lesson

I guess a blessing?

For this mystical place

Must hide all trace

For it to continue

For hush a bye dreams

By rippling streams

And puddle like ponds

We grow so fond

Close your eyes

You may be surprised

What you will see

Your very own pixie

From a world of extreme

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015