Fairies are a wonderful topic for a poem. Why not try your hand at a metaphysical melody or a supernatural sonnet? Fairies are forms of spirits that permeate folklore and have long been a subject of poetry for thousands of years. While you may say they are only mythical beings, who is not to say there isn’t an aspect of reality to fairies that we catch via metaphor?
Here we present you with some of our own preternatural poetry. These are our own original fairy poems. We’ve left behind metered rhyme, and mostly work with free verse. You’ll find these poems only on Shadow of Iris.
A Shy Fairy, a poem
by Amanda Lynn
A shy fairy
covers her eyes
and blushes
as her wings
hang back—
delicate reserve
as the rain falls
gently.
Fairy Shadow, a poem,
by Justin Thyme
Faintly glowing—
this fairy shadow from my dreams,
now in my room
dancing across my walls
and out the window,
waltzing
across the yard
and down the drive way
into the street,
pausing for a moment
under a street lamp
to take a bow,
then disappearing
into the shade.
liquid crystal, a poem
by Dustin Down
A fairy walks barefoot
out there in the brook
where the water sings,
where the water stings—
she melts into the clear cold,
and splashes against my toes—
calling me home.
old songs, a poem
by Marya Ophir
A single fairy
fights
a lonely battle
in love’s lost land.
Now you see her,
now you don’t.
Truth’s last words
drift outward
and leave us tasting
old songs.
Fairy Light, a poem
by Emma Blue
Glowing spheres
of fairy light
envelope me
and blind me.
They raise me up
from the ground
and hold me there
in a netherworld
between one instant
and the next.
They reveal a living world
that thrives
down to the tiniest
of dark corners.
Second Chance, a poem
by Tamara Knight
Your dreams seep from you,
a vapor rolling out the window
where a stranger nearby
unexpectedly finds himself
smiling.
Time drifts past you
and flows downwards
pulling you along.
A flower blooms
and in it you see your heart,
a small fairy offers it to you;
it’s a second chance.
Nymph, a poem
by Felicity Hope
Long gold waves embroidered
into supple flows of metallic ribbon
from which appear breaths of air
wavering goddess, subtle in form
yet voluptuous—
lustrous,
she plays a flute and dances,
an faerie being heralding first light.
The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.
— Joyce Kilmer
We hope you enjoyed these fleeting fairy poems. Why don’t you try own now? You could write about fairies as if they were the spirits of the dead or a hidden race of people— the possibilities are endless. Follow your own flights of fancy and see where they take you.
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