If I sat within the downy heather of the beauteous bogland
That is Mnt Clanard
Southern Ireland
Beneath a birch... beside a stream
And plucked
All whimsical like...
One impeccable example of fairy winged
Dandelion
And as it wove in the soft southerly breeze
I shared my breath
Just one breath
Just enough... to loosen its stability
And watched all engrossed, like
As it moved angelically
Passing the treacherous stream
As if my most desired dream
It flew
I wished it well
Saw it clambering thermals
Past brown birds and green green
Fields
What good would become of my wishing well
And effortless breath
Once it has left
Past my sight
Swooning flight of fancy
I decree in my minds eye
It will become
Another new born fairy....
You are good! (I can't believe you liked my crappy poems) . Nevertheless, I'm flattered, because you are a very good poet. Great story, visuals, odd rhyming patterns that work so well within the poem, etc. Loved it! S.
well pressed and made. my favourite line is ''What good would become of my wishing well. keep it up
This s a beautiful account of the dandelion 9my favourite wild flower. Lovely and full of feeling
This is magical and you capture the thoughts so well that it took me right back to childhood dreams of fairies and dandelions....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this piece of a dream.