The Wedding Wand

If you go down the lakeside way,
There is a fairy ring,
So come and watch the fun this day
And see the Elfin King.

The fairies dance with steps so small.
And pixies waltz in pairs.
The night of nights, the elfin ball,
A time to lose all cares.

The tiny folk adorned in silk
Of finest weave and hue,
Are drinking cups of honey milk
And wait for music’s cue.

A ball to find the king a bride,
A love in magic light.
A queen in lore to take his side
And throne in regal flight.

A dance with clover scented Rose
Incites his eye to look,
She moves with grace to take her pose
And walk beside the brook.

A word of love declares the bond
The pair now join the thong,
A ring is cast by wedding wand
And this will end my song.

If you go down the lakeside way,
There is a fairy ring,
So come and watch the fun this day
And see the Elfin King

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Tooth Fairy

What does she do with all the teeth that she finds?
White, tiny teeth from under the soft, feather pillow.
Where does she take them as you lie in dream sleep?
To her house by the river, in tree of puss willow.

There she polishes each one with a cloth of fine silver,
Until they glow and shine like a beam of moonlight.
Then to the fairy queen in her castle, just over the hill.
Sparkling jewels for the queen’s crown, always glowing bright.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.