Faeries in the Garden - Garden Poetry

I posted this to my other blog, The Versesmith recently, and since it's garden related thought I'd post it here too.  Plus, I wanted to show off my son's faerie art he created just for this poem!  There's a reason this guy doesn't look like Tinker Bell!

 

image copyright 2020 CBN

I saw the faeries again today.

Just the tips of their red slippers were

peeping out under the turnips.

Mum says I probably saw raspberries

knocked off the bushes by the hedgehogs.

 

But, no, these were faeries.

Smaller than gnomes by far,

and with wings.

I could hear them giggling

when I pricked my thumb on a bramble.

Only faeries would be so heartless.

Mum said that was bees droning in the meadow.

 

I stomped my foot and shouted, “FAERIES!”

She was not pleased at that; I am “Not. To. Shout.”

I had to skip my tea.

Which is what the faeries wanted of course.

 

Storybook faeries are made of moonlight

and angels’ feathers.

Those are lies perpetuated by the real ones

to fool human mortals.

They are excellent at self-promotion.

Actual garden faeries bite. 

I was bitten once.

Mum said it was the biggest mosquito bite she’d ever seen.

 

It was a faery bite. 

Look closely and you can still see the mark.

Faery bites leave a pock.

Mum says stop picking at it and let it heal.

But, faery marks don’t heal. 

I think they’re permanent. 

An indelible reminder not to underestimate them.

 

Mum asked me to pick some broad beans on Thursday.

I refused. Those vines are just teeming with faeries.

Mum said faeries were no excuse to disobey.

She huffed out and picked them herself.

I had no dinner.

I think the faeries are trying to starve me.

 

The best I can do is be diligent.

Carry a fly swatter.

Don’t stick my hands where I can’t see.

Stay on the paths.

Stay off the wall.

And never, ever look under the shed.

Odds are there’ll be faeries there in the shadows.

Mum says that’s the hedgehog rooting around.

She’s wrong.

She’s wrong about a lot of things.

Especially about faeries.

 ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Comments

  1. I see your talent was passed down! Are you from England, or Europe?

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    1. Many, many generations ago, like many Americans!

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    2. Oh, I was thinking England because of "mum" and hedgehogs. No hedgehogs here, unfortunately.

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    3. In my head fairies only live in the British Isles! And are spelled "faeries." I am not sure about hedgehogs, I would guess they are cute and fun to have around, but destructive?

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  2. Fairies aren't necessarily like fairy tale fairies. They can be scary.

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