The air was full of shimmering…

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I Stood Against the Window

By Rose Fyleman

I stood against the window
And I looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies
Hanging from the stars;
Everywhere and everywhere
In shining, swinging chains;
The air was full of shimmering,
Like sunlight when it rains.

They kept on swinging, swinging,
They flung themselves so high
They caught upon the pointed moon
And hung across the sky.
And when I woke next morning,
There still were crowds and crowds
In beautiful bright bunches
All sleeping on the clouds

*I captured these ‘fairies’ descending upon my woods one evening at twilight. I used a slow shutter speed while moving the camera and did some post production work with curves and filters in Photoshop.

If I were a Fairy

If I were a Fairy I’d…

follow the clover path…

pay a visit to the Wizards Gazing Ball and the Door to Summer…

watch my friends play tag…

shop for a new toadstool…

play hide and seek…

contemplate a new hat…

play tricks on humans…

visit the field of tall flowers…

tour the Cave of the Logs…

sit in front of a bon fire…

ride the wind reeds down…

visit the violet patch…even if it meant getting close to humans!