‘When Fairies Stop Hiding’ and Other Poetry by Pamela Corbett The Society December 24, 2015 Beauty, Poetry When Fairies Stop Hiding It’s at the end of the day, but it’s not over just yet- It’s time for young fairies, to grow wings and get wet. Sneaking out to the sky, while the sun descends down- Creating color for rainbows-before the rains hit ground. Dusk is their favorite time, when the day turns dark- Time to fly to the stars, and ignite their blue spark. In between day and night, both a beginning and end- For they love granting wishes, hiding in gardens they tend. I Listen to the Radio As I drive down country dirt lanes, I wonder as I look all around, I see clean white washed fences, surrounding green rolling hills, A dark horse nibbles grass unaware, he once won a triple crown, Old trees sway as if on cue, while the sun rests on golden daffodils. Children scamper happy to be free, as the sun winks conspiratorially, It’s twilight- that time in between, when the day’s over, yet still not done. The evening draws near, while the darkness descends albeit territorially, Shadows linger like lovers hating to part, for time lost is like war never won. Old stone rock walls remain, as grass peaks through, whispering of a time long ago, When we lived off the land, and visiting friends gladly knocked on our door, When we sipped lemonade in the shade, then strolled in town nodding hello, This pastoralness still abounds, as we put pen to paper or paint a nearby grassy moor. Featured Image: “Twilight Fantasies” by Edward Robert Hughes. Related Post “When Clouds Roll In” by Michael Maibach On sunny days We’re filled with “me.” “I’m on my own And feeling free!” We have our job, And casual friends. The world feels strong Lik... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.