There was once a man
Once a man who wished
He wished that he were Fey.
The Fey he saw in magic light
In light of one fading day.
Daylight gone, the fairies danced
They danced and sang in joy
In joy, their faces unworried and young
Young as a fresh-faced boy.
A boy he was and now a man
This man someday be old
Old, the Fey never grew
Neither grew nor aged, he was told.
Told he was, in Fairy Tales
Tales of laughter and grace
This grace he saw in youthful limbs, and eternal beauty on Fairy Face.
Nearer he went
Went closer to stare
He stared while the darkness slowly fled
Fled like the fairies, now one by one leaving
Leaving this magic land bare.
Bared before his eyes
This one Fairy place
This place he had searched for all his life.
That life’s anguish he felt now
Now he cried out to them
And they cried out, as they heard him cry.
Fairy faces angered
Angered they now screamed
The screams piercing high and higher still they grew
Grew till he could hear them no longer
In long silence now, their ancient faces did he view.
Youth that never was human born
Born to never change nor grow
Growth was not the Fairy way
In that way, the Fey never go.
Never they age, but their rage was old
Old in mind, though not form
Their forms now withered, seemed to this man
As the man watched their features gather storm.
Perfect they were, in the smooth skin of a child
A childlike frame for their time-worn mind
Worn they were, by age-less life
This life they would in true joy gladly leave behind.
And then, just as the Fairies came
Came in fury at the man
The man saw daylight spread in rays
And in those rays the Fey took flight.
Never did he see again, the ancient youths in magic light
That light he never wished to seek
Never to seek that Fairy Sight.
I accept and appreciate this recognition from Thursday Poets Rally and congratulate all the other winners of this honour!
In my turn I nominate the very talented bee for the poem ‘in time‘.