Garden Fairies


Garden Fairies, where did they all go?
They are hard to see, so fast yet I am so slow,
You may just get a fleeting glimpse,
You might see translucent wings or dainty little footprints,
I do like to keep leaving presents for them,
Like bits of pizza tied to a plant stem,
But they never cut the grass and tend to the weeds,
I bet they sit in their fairy home sewing beads,
Did I tell you I got bitten by a fairy once, and yes it's true,
It really upset me and made me feel so down and blue,
I was in my garden and I saw something whisk past me,
And I looked down quick as something went past my knee,
I saw some fairy dust tinkling beside my arm,
I never knew they could do you any harm,
It flew right past me, silently teasing,
Yet somehow it was magically pleasing,
Trying to attract my attention but not wanting me to see it,
But then I DID see it and the bitch bit me on my finger a bit,
The horrid thing then laughed and disappeared,
As all the other fairies looked on and cheered,
I didn't know fairy's could be so mean,
This has haunted me ever since I was just a teen,
I never saw a fairy again after that,
I so wished we could of had a chat,
I thought maybe I was seeing things,
But I know in my heart it was real, I saw its wings.

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This poem was inspired by the story of The Cottingley Fairies that appear in a series of five photographs taken by Elsie Wright (1901–88) and Frances Griffiths (1907–86)