This poem was inspired by the clouds of butterflies that danced about us on a recent hike in Wiltshire. It felt like we were blessed to be amongst them.
The land of a thousand sylphs
We walked in the land of a thousand sylphs
Down pathways forged as old as time
Their wings spread widely, signalling us
To follow them and free our minds
A thousand faeries, how they leapt
And twisted in their patterned suits
We toiled hard to keep apace
Entranced by a thousand magic flutes
They’d beckon us then flit ahead
Pied Pipers in their winged cloaks
Twirling, dancing about our heads
Alluring, beguiling faerie folk
As we to the clearing came
Took step upon light, open fields
Our winged chaperones there ceased
And back into the forest peeled
But not before one final waltz
And kiss bestowed upon our heads
Their duty to us over, having
Safely through the forest lead.
Never will we forget the day
A thousand sprites so merrily
Accompanied us along the path
Blessing us and our journey
Poetry for Dullards 