Higher Than The Wind Poem by Tailor Bell
Higher Than The Wind
Faeries lie
And tell mortals
They care not
For it, yet
In truth
They sprinkle
Sand behind
Their backs as
They cannot be
Without love
But of a few moments
So when she
Began to dance
Her sparkling slippers
Threw out beams
Of unbridled excitement
Her legs kicked out
Like a bawdy vaudevillian
Her big wide
Infectious smile
Blushed the lot
For me it was
Hopeless, that is
The day I fell
In love with Tink
And she swore
She never used
Any magic on me
Any false ore, maybe
A special wink
So delicate
My memory
So faint those
Gossamer wings
Infusing life
Overflowing joy
Oh, occasionally, undoing
An odd seam
No matter
Now for I will
Always love her
Just the same, unlifted
She did lie, then
Merged into stargold
The color of shooting stars over prairie fire
Now at the wind
I no longer turn
Her laugh
I know I hear
Was easily
Higher
Lovely poem Tailor.....Supernatural indeed! ! ! 10 from me Hugs Nickie x x
Love, love, love it! That's all I have to say about that. Hugs Anna xxx
Shooting stars over prairie fire is only one great line of this wonderful poem. I loved it and will keep it as a favorite. Nice to see your still at it Tailor. Have a great day.
The title caught my eye, there is more than a touch are artistry here Tailor Great presentational piece Love duncan x
This really take one’s imagination for a ride. Your originality shows through in many ways. “occasionally, undoing An odd seam” “Her sparkling slippers Threw out beams” The ending is terrific: “Merged into stargold The color of shooting stars over prairie fire”
The title caught my eye, the opening lines drew me in and from there I was hooked, caught up in an enchanting medley of delicate imagery that sparkles effortlessly from the page. A magical write Tailor...justine.
Pure enchantment. The title is especially effective. Kindest regards, Sandra
So sweet in it's effortless simplicity (perhaps it wasn't effortless?) You do write in such a way that it flows so very naturally! A lovely poem Tailor and one worthy of my 10! HG: -) xx
From the title to the end it's a spellbiding affair - as it must have been for you. 'Higher than the wind' on its own hints of the inacessible and ineffable. 'Merged into stargold The colour of shooting stars over prairie fire' is literally sensational. Another sprinkling of magic from that wand-like pen of yours Mr Bell (yes, a little echo in that name!) . jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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My, this takes me back to my ever-fascinated contemplation of fairy rings...which I am convinced are the intersection between real and magic! You certainly have touched the 'other' realm here. Val