Faerie is to me
Faerie is indescribable,
you can't place it
and you can't explain why.
It's something in the wind
Flickering in the corner of your eye.
It's a part of the stars
and a part of the trees.
It's suspicious movement in the shadows.
It's dozing off at purplish dusk or pinkish dawn
and floating off the blurred edges of reality
open,
with moths and moonbeams still alive in your hair.
It's when the fragrance of the rain combines with the voices of flowers
filling your head
It's the earth talking to your bones
It's nature, speaking in the language of feelings
to your open mind.
By P. Nightfaerie
Faerie Tales?
"You've asked me what these creatures are and, I must admit, I do not know. Spirits, phantastes, fairies, ghosts - no single word seems adequete.
They appear in the shapes we clothe them with."
My absolute favourite
... Fantastic Sidhe and faerie denizens fair & foul
... by Celia Dart-Thornton
(Yes! Even for grownups!)
By Enid Blyton
