Where have they gone, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats? I used to see them sitting under their leafy roofs stitching their summer dresses of poppy and mallow petals with long silk threads catching the summer sunlight as the smiling spiders spun. I miss them so, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats.
I used to see them collecting armfuls of meadow sweet to stuff their nighttime mattresses, making doorways in their new toadstool homes with sharp stones. Maybe they’ve gone underground to escape the passing cars and tractors. Maybe they only come out at night now and stitch and stuff under the moonlight. I don’t know. But I miss them so, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats.
First published in Vox Poetica, 2016 Bio: Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poem 'A Rose For Gaza' was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition 2014. This and many other poems, have been widely published, in recent anthologies such as - ‘Alice In Wonderland’ by Silver Birch Press, ‘The Border Crossed Us’ from Vagabond Press and ‘Selfhood’ from Trancendence Zero - and journals such as Apogee, Firewords Quarterly, Guide To Kulchur, Indie Soleil,Midnight Circus and Snapdragon as well as many other online and print publications.
In the cheap hotels where the porter sleeps in the stagnant air coming through the window
in all the rooms no matter the area no matter the station no matter the floor
so you cling to streetlights you notice simple fountains you look for the sun you look in her eyes
someday you will ask someday you will buy but they will never give they will never give
they will only give flowers they will give the special of the day they will give you the key they will give you water
but there is a famine there is a shortage there is a lack and you have to compensate
you have your vision you have your hearing you smell the food that tastes so good
you turn the light off you feel the darkness you wonder about time you sleep to wake
you listen hard sometimes you laugh at private jokes the darkness is without the fire you have within Biography: David Francis has produced six albums of songs, one of poems, and "Always/Far," a chapbook of lyrics and drawings. His film "Village Folksinger" has been screened in the US and the UK. David's poems and stories have appeared in a number of journals and anthologies. www.davidfrancismusic.com
It must be
the voice of God (Previously published in Ya'Sou! Ezine)
C. David Hay is a retired dentist living in Indiana and Florida. He received his BS and Doctor of Dental surgery Degrees from Indiana University. He is the author of five books of poetry which are dedicated to his wife, Joy. He has been widely published nationally and abroad and his poetry has been read on the British Broadcasting Channel. He was the first American published in the Nezavisimaya Gazeta in Russia. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is the recipient of the Ordo Honoris Award from Kappa Delta Rho.