tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71084897550621798602023-12-04T18:54:48.874-08:00Pixie PetalsKaren Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-20819872747755066302008-09-02T19:31:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:08:18.511-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOn30RMLmjg4ejQuZvHJwTfKRdfGz3Gau01TKG_FerHxSzA6K_wsIG7ECyOkoOHzgeSNtn2Sg_XJ6Kr6PKOsR5zB1HEjzxZtEZyqwEofPWpq3Pr4Snrl_UDa6j_u7MMRxTeKHbdb3fjEY/s1600-h/FAIRY5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241626534886614370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOn30RMLmjg4ejQuZvHJwTfKRdfGz3Gau01TKG_FerHxSzA6K_wsIG7ECyOkoOHzgeSNtn2Sg_XJ6Kr6PKOsR5zB1HEjzxZtEZyqwEofPWpq3Pr4Snrl_UDa6j_u7MMRxTeKHbdb3fjEY/s400/FAIRY5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-17484067121684290002008-06-04T20:49:00.034-07:002008-06-08T13:30:23.058-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC43-C8x5rtB4jBhWsRBlkhCK01XDZI-NkYlfOMuGNl-aDG1KNNh6l_jYO3kc-GvE3dbPB2j_jj3ynfaQZrJ3ju-j15_amrtvIUPREa_f9_dvx7tP_NBeD5RQaTgAxDY8FLUjglIoYm6g/s1600-h/alma_laura_sunshine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209610603244067234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC43-C8x5rtB4jBhWsRBlkhCK01XDZI-NkYlfOMuGNl-aDG1KNNh6l_jYO3kc-GvE3dbPB2j_jj3ynfaQZrJ3ju-j15_amrtvIUPREa_f9_dvx7tP_NBeD5RQaTgAxDY8FLUjglIoYm6g/s400/alma_laura_sunshine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-58963385669646607462008-06-04T20:49:00.033-07:002008-09-02T17:11:04.372-07:00Sarah's Window SeatA songbird suns above the gable end,<br />as clouds move apathetic fingers down<br />the back of tree lined hills, and flowers fold<br />their scent into the landscape’s pleated gown.<br />She settles in the window seat to read,<br />while counting croquet balls about the lawn,<br />where poplars rise like giant mallets. Here,<br />she contemplates her world and how it’s drawn<br />in dandelion down and summer rose.<br />Her childish thoughts like fledglings, lift to fly,<br />then flutter to the ground in soft repose.<br />And like the spotted thrush upon the crest,<br />she’s most content when settled in her nest.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-17134534687729402772008-06-04T20:49:00.032-07:002008-06-07T17:01:54.876-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwsjRXhoMw1-492DHMbAppVw0A4l7R9ojI4f2-I0VnD41WDs1LNdqizAezj91zQd51t84im7kddb9KzFA-08pfY0RR2b8UqL_xOucwCuno4xpiHp-_xS4qN2jeDJWy-YyCwlmpAIOjpo/s1600-h/goddess.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209294093073512866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwsjRXhoMw1-492DHMbAppVw0A4l7R9ojI4f2-I0VnD41WDs1LNdqizAezj91zQd51t84im7kddb9KzFA-08pfY0RR2b8UqL_xOucwCuno4xpiHp-_xS4qN2jeDJWy-YyCwlmpAIOjpo/s400/goddess.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-13892690113007708522008-06-04T20:49:00.030-07:002008-06-07T23:14:25.713-07:00In FairylandShe wakes to chiffon skies of pink,<br />Arranges her attire of gold,<br />Then lets her lacy wings unfold<br />While morning shadows gently sink.<br /><br />The circlet on her head is worn<br />Amid the shiny waves and curls;<br />It signifies to fairy girls,<br />Her status is of one well-born.<br /><br />Her tall armoire is filled with gowns,<br />Their bodices have pearls and gems,<br />With tinkling baubles at all hems<br />That ring throughout the kingdom’s towns.<br /><br />Her smile is radiant and dear,<br />Of joyous glimmer, blended calm,<br />A magic touch of soothing balm;<br />It lifts each heart that presses near.<br /><br />From northern skies her love is due,<br />And flying in upon a cloud<br />Of fairy dust, his head held proud,<br />He sweeps across the land anew.<br /><br />He swiftly clears the window’s ledge<br />With customary dignity,<br />Whereby her little handmaids flee,<br />As he recounts the Fairy pledge:<br /><br />To light the moon and twinkling stars,<br />And keep her Kingdom free from harm<br />By spreading mounds of fairy charm<br />O’er dale and mountain, near or far.<br /><br />Then, joyfully, both hand in hand,<br />And wing to wing, they turn the sky<br />Into a magic hue and fly<br />Back to her home in Fairyland.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-22080831388330539402008-06-04T20:49:00.027-07:002008-06-06T20:32:46.232-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVzgv4ILNeqCb40WoHul4tI2w7fHvsaeHqEDoTuEcjABd6gcDxSL9-7nwIv9xNjvo8YWuv2cnHMjM7EwU23xSeYTZTu0jOZq599GVdhr6J0RewgRt581cVONzBJ0dPOL074ZKmJnQ0js/s1600-h/fairygirl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208977247323020594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVzgv4ILNeqCb40WoHul4tI2w7fHvsaeHqEDoTuEcjABd6gcDxSL9-7nwIv9xNjvo8YWuv2cnHMjM7EwU23xSeYTZTu0jOZq599GVdhr6J0RewgRt581cVONzBJ0dPOL074ZKmJnQ0js/s400/fairygirl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-60653927583362940552008-06-04T20:49:00.022-07:002008-06-06T20:29:16.245-07:00Midnight Fairy Tree<div align="left"><span>When foxgloves closed a million sleepy eyes,<br />Wild roses crept around the oak at night,<br />Encouraged by the fairies on those limbs,<br />Enticing them with speckled wings of light.<br /><br />Soon, baby tendrils reached a golden shoe<br />And placed a bud upon a fairy toe,<br />Then kissed the feet of one with flowing hair,<br />And, blushing pink, the young bloom seemed to glow.<br /><br />By midnight all the sky’s bright stars beheld<br />The sparkling tree with bracelets on her arms;<br />Those rosebuds prettified each pointed shoe,<br />When dancing fairies swayed like golden charms.</span></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-69303659118297776902008-06-04T20:49:00.020-07:002008-06-06T16:04:35.637-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e0NGbT0THvo0eHy34T4WRa9P0-kqahrrmEF0UfqtedTIvfpLPHg9XlBI5MMuqYqw0bvcxCK_pwpvYQmEM7KFgzKvLS86osUZODn4PFFEapFPMfM_Ehp-1FZ_aDOqdmUMZBOHybmldTE/s1600-h/fairies-meadow-L_edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208908248375039042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e0NGbT0THvo0eHy34T4WRa9P0-kqahrrmEF0UfqtedTIvfpLPHg9XlBI5MMuqYqw0bvcxCK_pwpvYQmEM7KFgzKvLS86osUZODn4PFFEapFPMfM_Ehp-1FZ_aDOqdmUMZBOHybmldTE/s320/fairies-meadow-L_edited.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-4315042088722905872008-06-04T20:49:00.019-07:002008-06-06T16:03:02.379-07:00Meadow DanceThey will meet in the glen by moon’s light,<br />Where the tuberose grow near the trees,<br />That surround the small green where they'll dance,<br />To sweet fairies tunes, caught on the breeze.<br /><br />'Tis the flute of a sprite that sings out,<br />" Oh, you sisters, it's time to come here!"<br />In their satin and silky attire,<br />Now they wait for their queen to appear.<br /><br />Here she comes, and the fairies behold,<br />A winged amber-swirled cloud in low flight;<br />And their voices fall into a hush,<br />As she joins them in dancing this night.<br /><br />In a circle they gather near her,<br />And while flutes play their tunes, they behold--<br />Her wings sparkle like finest gem stones<br />And her toes shine with glitter and gold.<br /><br />She extends her small scepter; it looks<br />Like a blossom attached to its stem,<br />But it brings forth an essence of joy<br />As she tenderly greets each of them.<br /><br />Oh, they waltz in the meadow till morn.<br />When the sparrows awake in the glade,<br />They return to the path hence they came,<br />And then--into the forest they fade.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-968369494577138522008-06-04T20:49:00.018-07:002008-06-06T15:59:53.313-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSCfniRz26NO0HLmcicKXBtY-5aFWxypNlY7hsEEUWw5bPcmLjXgaT5XE9qXatW8mzJYkKZRWVCWBZ43c8nh3Mebb2IvvleDwzgoDGPYyi7mvbdIs4GQp5K4Lo5rDlPtTQuFlqtN4ji0/s1600-h/millais_speedwells.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208907023899703362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSCfniRz26NO0HLmcicKXBtY-5aFWxypNlY7hsEEUWw5bPcmLjXgaT5XE9qXatW8mzJYkKZRWVCWBZ43c8nh3Mebb2IvvleDwzgoDGPYyi7mvbdIs4GQp5K4Lo5rDlPtTQuFlqtN4ji0/s320/millais_speedwells.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-71108136760916719512008-06-04T20:49:00.017-07:002008-06-06T15:58:28.447-07:00Little SweetieI’ll braid your hair with golden thread,<br />Baby buds of crimson clover,<br />Put pinkest sheets upon your bed,<br />Lilac garlands hanging over.<br /><br />Embroidered strands of amber beads,<br />And pearls to grace our little Miss,<br />I’ll hearken to all wants and needs,<br />For my cherubic baby’s kiss!Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-91764482472126992332008-06-04T20:49:00.016-07:002008-06-05T22:47:33.447-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0VC1epsq8DTgNN_-K3n2kmhr43vTcQwauzneEdDsZBSE24nGQIuKwm4U-uof5AOV40LUpOhav8kFZJFlJSJTAbKOMSc28BNnaVUUOrVwBi_zhjJb6fnR4t5BvcV2ExVj3awrte3EJUM/s1600-h/child+reading.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208641009478587650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0VC1epsq8DTgNN_-K3n2kmhr43vTcQwauzneEdDsZBSE24nGQIuKwm4U-uof5AOV40LUpOhav8kFZJFlJSJTAbKOMSc28BNnaVUUOrVwBi_zhjJb6fnR4t5BvcV2ExVj3awrte3EJUM/s320/child+reading.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-11995901875268668112008-06-04T20:49:00.015-07:002008-06-05T22:45:13.001-07:00Buttercup GardensA trellis shades my garden path<br />with morning glories on her hat.<br />The lawn is spread for Buttercups<br />and sports a lazy tabby cat.<br /><br />Small garden birds, all ride the limbs<br />upon a carousel of trees;<br />frail flower petals kiss the wings<br />of clumsy yellow bumble bees.<br /><br />While willows indirectly glance<br />at butterflies, so finely dressed,<br />grasshoppers tuck their shirttail’s in,<br />and morning brightly greets each guest.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-85352642393600598362008-06-04T20:49:00.014-07:002008-06-05T22:41:58.104-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1d122z-dC1WBg_giRC3VJbSXokSLNKFk9xPu3NwHJ3dNOdggOnG520VwYPzWpMTS9adYJBaucVHEyKQS2_M98-Mi6d9lrAI7tM0AUctbE9wvtStlK91ZHqwUHYTtxvlvzp4UVCvSFhU/s1600-h/little+one.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208639569624586162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1d122z-dC1WBg_giRC3VJbSXokSLNKFk9xPu3NwHJ3dNOdggOnG520VwYPzWpMTS9adYJBaucVHEyKQS2_M98-Mi6d9lrAI7tM0AUctbE9wvtStlK91ZHqwUHYTtxvlvzp4UVCvSFhU/s320/little+one.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-31423623315931903852008-06-04T20:49:00.013-07:002008-06-05T22:37:59.177-07:00Visiting the SandmanGo to sleep darling, sweet dreams through the night,<br />Bring me your blankie, I’ll tuck you in tight;<br />Stars on the ceiling, they beckon and glow,<br />As you lie curled in your crib here below.<br /><br />Birds on the mobile are twirling around,<br />Winging their way with a musical sound,<br />Glittering softly in pastel array,<br />Up to the clouds they will lift you away.<br /><br />Flutter those eyelashes, sweep through wild skies,<br />Over the moon where the old sandman flies;<br />Dawn will return you, before Morning's dressed,<br />Safe to your cradle, at mommy's request.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-67433414299644089882008-06-04T20:49:00.012-07:002008-06-05T19:44:20.523-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtxMB2Rm3bIocUYK4C0SM8vOQv6Lh9t2J-xCmueQ4OfYKKnqBkcLRTQwjVHfnBiA0mYQ0XgbsmPlikjLLgxbWc6XkdIh8ruJx855GB1Zeh0kaJO8Mb1xpoa5mOIqtLtt3r9jK6lZKNFo/s1600-h/seafaries.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593789008897266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtxMB2Rm3bIocUYK4C0SM8vOQv6Lh9t2J-xCmueQ4OfYKKnqBkcLRTQwjVHfnBiA0mYQ0XgbsmPlikjLLgxbWc6XkdIh8ruJx855GB1Zeh0kaJO8Mb1xpoa5mOIqtLtt3r9jK6lZKNFo/s320/seafaries.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-29580685064732835992008-06-04T20:49:00.010-07:002008-06-05T19:38:57.992-07:00Sandman's LullabyOver the waves I am drifting away,<br />dreaming, for night has now captured my day;<br />trade winds are singing songs, timeless and mild,<br />much like a mother would hum to her child.<br /><br />Out in the distance the moon lays her hand,<br />topping the hills of this fantasy land;<br />mooring my boat on the island’s smooth shore,<br />I set my feet on the beach to explore.<br /><br />Waterfalls glisten at night, and their spray<br />falls on the rocks and then flows to the bay;<br />mermaids arrive with their baskets of shells,<br />murex and cockles, to wash in the swells.<br /><br />Moonflowers wake with the breaking waves’ sound,<br />twist through their bowers while blossoms abound;<br />weaving like love knots, they suddenly grow,<br />blue as the waves on the coastline below.<br /><br />Fairies appear and they join in a dance,<br />under the stars of Orion they prance;<br />sprinkling their magical dust through the skies<br />just for the sandman to put in your eyes.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-63624298338852590292008-06-04T20:49:00.009-07:002008-06-05T19:35:46.547-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShxLkN47Dyxf6Sl2l76vI0PZznFDyw7MEkLXEzRvJbskf1haLHpnOrJXZ_ecL3a-rVLbPa29a4w-LmrOdRLvlO_Mk6_dzPhNaoq-ikeMQJgg52Vt1W-pGU9jYwYlgz8ecX0dmCkdXJTc/s1600-h/waterhouse_la_belle_dame_sans_merci_study_edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208591521675415106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShxLkN47Dyxf6Sl2l76vI0PZznFDyw7MEkLXEzRvJbskf1haLHpnOrJXZ_ecL3a-rVLbPa29a4w-LmrOdRLvlO_Mk6_dzPhNaoq-ikeMQJgg52Vt1W-pGU9jYwYlgz8ecX0dmCkdXJTc/s320/waterhouse_la_belle_dame_sans_merci_study_edited.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-39877146892870227352008-06-04T20:49:00.008-07:002008-06-05T19:31:18.597-07:00In Search of a KissUpon his coal-black steed, he wandered through the land,<br />Along the streams, still masked by morning’s breath of white,<br />Through meadows, patched with green and smudged in amber hues,<br />Deep forests, with vague shadows framed in filtered light.<br /><br />He passed through ancient towns surrounded by stone walls,<br />Saw castle turrets waving banners in farewell.<br />He was in search of someone who had worked her charm--<br />His only quest, to find the one who’d cast the spell.<br /><br />The streamlet in the valley sang its babbling songs.<br />When noontime came, he sought to take a well earned rest,<br />But when he saw a maiden sitting near a tree--<br />He quietly approached her with his bold request:<br /><br />“Oh maiden, I’ve been on the search, from morn till eve,<br />To find a face, by magic etched upon my mind,<br />And now--I see you’re lovely as my fondest dream--<br />Your kiss will still love’s woes and put my cares behind.”<br /><br />“My dearest Sir, I’ve waited for you here so long,<br />Though, never doubting that you would, someday, appear.<br />I’ll give your lips my sweetest kiss, and you will feel<br />a gentle pressure there, forever, year by year.”Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-31328156510057900542008-06-04T20:49:00.007-07:002008-06-04T22:01:59.460-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AeXFg9Y7IdIpOkNFlzt7MA0GqjMDLHPFWuJYW7zG4PfxqwWyAihjzG0mBSxyYlUyt7wd5pghhxXsmk8QCCIF2iRG-M8J08ZzgEPJD96lIUAb3Tfwf4EV8pG7DwcHphjwfKq_uzOAVLs/s1600-h/Watts_George_Choosing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208258152399433346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AeXFg9Y7IdIpOkNFlzt7MA0GqjMDLHPFWuJYW7zG4PfxqwWyAihjzG0mBSxyYlUyt7wd5pghhxXsmk8QCCIF2iRG-M8J08ZzgEPJD96lIUAb3Tfwf4EV8pG7DwcHphjwfKq_uzOAVLs/s320/Watts_George_Choosing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-9916907355245014652008-06-04T20:49:00.006-07:002008-06-04T22:15:39.672-07:00On Wings to FairylandWhile roaming through the greening hills one day,<br />I saw a hawk perched on a fairy tree;<br />How strange, I thought, that he should have a voice<br />And speak in rasping tone these words to me:<br /><br />"I'll carry all your troubles on my back;<br />Together you and I could fly, right now,<br />To where slight fairies dance from dusk till dawn…."<br />With that, he swooped down from the swaying bough,<br /><br />And on his back we rose to meet the clouds<br />Where rising seashore mist the sun's rays greet.<br />Then, when my host, a charming elf, appeared,<br />My saddened heart picked up an extra beat.<br /><br />He touched my hand, and all my cares took flight,<br />Along with stubborn traces of past frowns,<br />And soon I laughed and waltzed through fairyland<br />Among spry bluebirds in their feathered gowns.<br /><br />I rode the clouds, as soft as eiderdown;<br />At one clear lake I stopped to kiss a swan,<br />Then rested by wild ivy covered walls,<br />All green, in contrast with the pink of dawn.<br /><br />Sweet fruits on trees called out, “We are soooo ripe…”<br />I ate, then listened to an elfin song<br />Performed by graceful minstrels passing by<br />Upon a playful breeze that came along.<br /><br />While breaking roses for one large bouquet<br />And watching pretty fairy children fly--<br />Just then, I heard my loved ones calling me,<br />And so I kissed the kind wee folk goodbye.<br /><br />The earth-bound hawk dove at increasing speed,<br />And all my flowers scattered through the air<br />To join my troubles--save one patch of pink<br />That now, preserved, remains a souvenir.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-73237111325933576862008-06-04T20:49:00.005-07:002008-06-04T21:39:09.261-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuZAHCDFzNgSa2xnBGebI6aYWKkljgNBJhE3lGfnDaX4Urab-VysdYaE1p3AURbE4dT9PMJIwGTvQ3ceNqvnbVQ9tHs_xa9ebMmM36z2WTL-Cpx4HkLNi9CWHpG8dkEEYLfFz-4Tnue0/s1600-h/FAIRY6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208252325402626674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuZAHCDFzNgSa2xnBGebI6aYWKkljgNBJhE3lGfnDaX4Urab-VysdYaE1p3AURbE4dT9PMJIwGTvQ3ceNqvnbVQ9tHs_xa9ebMmM36z2WTL-Cpx4HkLNi9CWHpG8dkEEYLfFz-4Tnue0/s320/FAIRY6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-2151809523422070762008-06-04T20:49:00.004-07:002008-06-04T21:40:57.577-07:00Flight of the Fairy QueenSmall thistle birds, in winter cloaks of green,<br />will lift the veil worn by their fairy queen;<br />then, over marshy meadows, as she flies,<br />a little nuthatch leads her through the skies.<br /><br />The stars above expand their yellow light,<br />as blackbird and the starling kiss goodnight.<br />Through evening clouds her fairy frock will spread<br />and flutter with the moonbeams, overhead.<br /><br />Then, golden galaxies will dance above,<br />when she bestows her fairy dust and love<br />upon each happy dream that’s upward bound;<br />in scented fairy perfume they are wound.<br /><br />When heaven’s motion signals to the dawn,<br />while late-night’s gentle whisper lingers on,<br />she spreads her wings above all, high and low,<br />until the world is cast in morning’s glow.<br /><br />Her quiet beauty often times is seen<br />by those who seek to find the fairy queen.<br />at any amber sunrise she is there--<br />with amethysts and pearls strewn in her hair.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-55540791812017808532008-06-04T20:49:00.003-07:002008-06-04T21:35:38.125-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2F5Xg12kAQfTTsQO8_xywLWcd_0Z7AdbIxE0qfwzsg8XZf2X_8LaNvkrcz5BOzKynKqANnrOW9IgPOQ_-iGrKdMfOqGvdQP7Us4_PHRSr2igjg00LhJUNKsqbZVg_3dj94aGLRU08VSw/s1600-h/England_Sunset__2%5B1%5D_edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208251419414458194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2F5Xg12kAQfTTsQO8_xywLWcd_0Z7AdbIxE0qfwzsg8XZf2X_8LaNvkrcz5BOzKynKqANnrOW9IgPOQ_-iGrKdMfOqGvdQP7Us4_PHRSr2igjg00LhJUNKsqbZVg_3dj94aGLRU08VSw/s320/England_Sunset__2%5B1%5D_edited.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108489755062179860.post-12551717075911460212008-06-04T20:49:00.002-07:002008-06-04T21:34:09.225-07:00Celtic SkyWhere gentle swans peek through the mossy reeds<br />And fairy children huddle by the bank,<br />There, giant muddy roots slide through the dank,<br />Opaque mid-morning mist and thistle weeds.<br /><br />On bracken moors, pink hawthorns prod the air<br />As heather scents are carried on the breeze.<br />The fairy folks gather beneath huge trees,<br />Where they reside, their secret, ancient lair.<br /><br />Long, pollinating cattails puff with gold.<br />The kingly swan, his ebony bill gleams;<br />He trumpets, while his lovers grace the streams<br />And morning’s obtuse orb beams on the wold.<br /><br />A silken bridle, rhinestones on each rein,<br />They keep inside the hollow fairy tree,<br />Is now brought out; the fairies happily<br />Clap dainty hands and glide down the terrain.<br /><br />They spy the regal swan a’gliding by<br />And chant a spell to bring him to the shore<br />And bridle him, so he will nevermore<br />Alone, in silence, cross the Celtic sky.Karen Kelsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893467181818734190noreply@blogger.com