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Luthien Tinuviel
bij J.R.R. Tolkien

"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold.
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came,
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless."

Luthien Tinuviel

 

Fairy wings
bij Olivia
 

Should you but leave a bit of jam
Out upon a log
And spy by night for fairy flight
Through mists and rolling fog
The flutter prints from where there stood
A dash of jam on fairy wood
Shall be forever left for you
Wingprints of where a fairy flew.

 

 

A Fairy Flies
bij S.K. Lindeman
 

A fairy flies
over the skies,
Over the seas’
whispering breeze,
Winged flight flowing,
up and then down,
Bubbling dreams drifting,
dancing around,
The softness of flight
lost in delight,
By softened cloud castles
and lemon scented night,
Create quiet whispers,
quieter than these
Orange blossomed blessings
kissing the trees,
So listen, my child, though
lateness and starlight
Illuminate the magic
of a star crossed night,
Lovers may wander while
night’s face pales on,
Yet the fairy always hovers
over the breath of a song.

elf

 

The Fairy Place
by Joannda Riche

A place where few can go or tell
Follow the stream to the fairy dell.
Wings of silken lace, help them rise,
Upon the breeze of perfumed skies,
And in the place where the wee ones play,
Are made the flowers and the sunbeam's ray.
Captured in the fairy cup,
Each dewdrop is to gently sup.

The creatures they all sing along
To the merry little fairy song.
Dancing round on tippy toe,
They flash their colours just for show.
Their magic is a secret thing,
As they sit around the fairy ring.

The great tall trees are their best friends,
Guard them from where the forest ends.
And on the days when the sun is bright,
They catch the shadows and cast down light.
'Tis then you'll see the magic true,
Placed on the ground for me and you.
And as the branches gently rustle,
Behind the petals the fairies bustle.

With a flash of light they rush away,
from vision of man. They stay,
When all is quiet, all is calm,
They flicker within the sheltered balm,
To gently float once again,
And twinkle in the dripping rain.

Each fairy has, so they say,
A pointed ear on which they lay,
To hear what roots of trees might say.
The roots feel deep, and know it's true,
When we approach, the me and you.
The Fairies realm, is for a few

But you will know when elves invite
Your chance to see the fairy sight
For those who search for fairy ground
With good intention just and sound
Do not disturb this little place
Just look at the magic of their face
Their pointed ears and wings of lace
The fairies live quietly secure
Amongst themselves, in a World that's pure.
They know your mind, it won't deceive
A fairy if you don't believe!

 

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To Journey to Fairyland
by Joannda Riche

You must believe with all your heart and soul.
Let no man tell you otherwise,
Or fill your head with darkened lies.

The way to get there is many in choice,
But a good first step is the inner voice.
By air, or water, by earth or fire,
Fairyland is your hearts desire.

There you are free, all you can be,
And everything is real.
You could sit for a while ,
Upon a sundial,
And chase the rays of the light,
You could float on the air,
Without any care,
Or fly with butterfly wings.
Buzz with the bees, and fly through the trees,
Float down with the falling leaves.

You could go on a boat,
Through sparkling waters,
Made out of the shell of a tortoise.
Sit in the ring where the fairies all sing,
Drink, dance, fairy fling.
Diddle on the fiddle, play fairy in the middle,
Sparkle, shine, drink buttercup wine.
T’is not far, you must believe,
Just follow the voice from within.

 

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Fairy Land
by William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

 

Buttercup Fairy Poem  
b
y Deborah Shepard

I am buttercup, with compassion, no pain
I will help to make magic again
I will heal with sweetness and grace
I will return to your smiling angelic face

Humans don't see me, they just don't believe
I am riding on their fairy sleeve
Look close to my eyes of carnations and rose
I will sit on the tip of your nose

I am flowers in your garden each day
Come and look and smile for a while
I shall heal with love afflictions from those who care
I will always be at the heart to care


The Flower Fairies
by Cicely Mary Barker

Rose is as sweet as she smells,
And Daisy's as bright as the sun;
Apple's delightful,
Bluebell's an eyeful,
And Strawberry's juicy and fun.

The Wood Nymph stands straight and tall,
Geranium graces the shelf;
Jasmine intertwines,
While Violet reclines;
Narcissus is full of herself.

Sweet Pea climbs the garden wall
As Lavender wafts in the breeze;
Iris delights us,
Wild Cherry excites us,
And Poppy is sure to please.

Oh, for a garden that's full of such fairies,
Livening the air with their grace;
Bringing joy to the pleasure
Of life's golden measure,
and laughter all over the place!


The Folwer Fairies

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