The Pictish Faeries Poem by Michael Burch

The Pictish Faeries



Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men.

Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men were afraid.
Only to worship in the farthest glade,
ever heeding the raven and the gull.

Thursday, September 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fairy
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