Sprites Poem by Angela Wybrow

Over the moors, they swiftly fly -
Seldom spotted by human eye.
These tiny, timid, delicate creatures
Fly like insects but have human features.

Their frame is dressed in olive skin;
Their slender bodies are stick-like thin.
They’ve a tiny nose and a tiny mouth,
And a sharp little chin a tad further south.

Their eyes are huge – as black as the night:
Multi-faceted, they glisten so bright.
Upon their heads there is fine, wispy hair,
And two antennae are also found there.

They fly upon shimm’ring wings,
And have a real love of glitt’ring things:
Silver coins and pieces of glass,
Beads and bangles, they seldom do pass.

By streams and lakes, they often dwell -
By village ponds and wishing wells.
Whenever they spy birds of prey,
They do their best to dash away.

With wings like those of a dragonfly,
These tiny creatures are timid and shy.
To venture near towns, they seldom dare,
So sightings of them are extremely rare.

So the next time you spy a ‘dragonfly’,
Study it closely as it buzzes on by -
As the creature you have within your sight,
Could be one of these magical sprites.