Category: poetry

Wooden spoons make very good friends, Perfect for soup and stew and porridge. They’ll help you make pudding and help you forage…

Splendid faeries dance splendid dances upon diamond dewy grass Moonlight shimmering against my mortal madness, But still I creep behind toadstools, mushroom cap listening to–

In a glade where twilight lingers, Where the air is thick with ancient song, A faerie danced on petals bright, Her wings aglow in fading light.

Midnight wraiths shared my campfire, waiting for my eyes to close…

I traded with the goblin a piece of string and a shiny thing for his fine walking stick, He thought it grand that I’d offer my hand so we shook to seal the deal. But as I grasped his twisted claw, I felt a shift, a subtle flaw, For in his grin, a secret lay,…