In my determined effort the other day to find some flowers in the supermarket that actually ‘smelled like flowers’, I began to muse for a while.
This poem is my muse on paper. Hope you enjoy it. You might need a cuppa – it’s 500 or so words long!.
A Fairy tale Garden
A long time ago our ancestors knew
The magic that came with each morning dew.
They tended their gardens with loving care
Knowing that small folk were hiding some where!
Each flower was given its own special place
To grow in the sunshine to full height and grace
Some talked to their plants …to spur them on
And some were so given to break into song
Now if this seems strange? then think a while
Does a beautiful garden bring forth a smile?
Does the lush green carpet invite you to stay?
For this is the place where all children play.
Our ancestors treasured each flower in bloom
And gave thanks for the scents that filled a room
No doubt they knew something that we could not
That fae folk were real in this time long forgot.
Shall I share with you now a secret untold
One that I learned from these times of old?
My grandmother told me that magic was true
You just need to know what each fairy can do
If you plant the right flower for a fairy to live
Then there is no limit to the magic she’ll give
If you talk to her too and if you believe
She may still hide but she will not leave.
So how do you know that the magic is real?
Is it something solid, is it something you feel?
My grandmother told me it is neither of those
It’s all in the scent that fills up your nose..
If sleep is a problem you haven’t solved yet
Then primrose and lavender are what you must get
Should bad luck befall you and knock at the door
It’s heather and violets, you’ll need nothing more
If it’s treasure you seek or that big pot of gold
You need to plant cowslip … or that’s what I’m told!
So now that you know the secrets they shared
It’s easy to see why our ancestors cared
In return for the love and time that they spent
Each flower was adorned with a heavenly scent
But now it’s all gone and whilst flowers still bloom
It’s only the wild ones that still scent the room…
The bluebells, the roses and buttercups gold
Where men are not needed to believe in times old
This is where fairies can dance in the sun
And sprinkle their magic to enchant someone
So, if you want a garden that fills your heart
And yet quite simply don’t know where to start
Just look to the flowers where butterflies land
And plant them with love with your own fair hand
Know that the fae folk don’t want to be seen
You won’t need to see them to know that they’ve been
Your garden will be brighter than all of the rest
Your flowers will bloom and the birds will nest
Butterflies will dance in the summer sun
And the bees will return yet bother no-one
If you want a garden where fairies still roam
Then tend to this rhyme and give them a home
all rights reserved by Maria B Hayden
I hope you like it. I could be on to something here .. don’t you think?? xx